#defected!reader

[fanged-fanfics]

Hi 👋 Can I request headcanons for Perceptor from Transformers: Cyberverse with a Cybertronian (gender-neutral) [Romantic] who is a former Decepticon? They defected because they weren't truly evil, just a good person who ended up on the wrong side. They joined the Autobots, and Perceptor eventually fell in love with the reader?

☆ To Trust is To Love — Perceptor x Defected!Reader HCs ☆

Genre: Fluff || they/them pronouns for reader || No warnings needed

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ᯓᡣ𐭩 Ever the attentive skeptic, Perceptor knew you were one that needed to be kept in careful sights. Who knows what you'd do if he let you roam for even a second? It wasn't worth the risk

ᯓᡣ𐭩 The two of you ended up talking for quite a bit due to proximity. You had similar skills, your fields benefited from one another, it only made sense to be co-workers. Perceptor wasn't too happy about it, and wasn't afraid to let it be known

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Despite his tendency to bicker, he was genuinely helpful. His scientific proficiency helped you make great lengths in your own studies, even if he tended to nitpick your methods

ᯓᡣ𐭩 With time, your presence began grating on him less and less. You worked diligently, and put honest effort into everything you did. All of these were things he could admire, and he began softening up his biting comments

ᯓᡣ𐭩 His overtly sophisticated ways of speaking and addressing each situation reminded you of some Decepticon scientists. You told him such, and he inquired if he was better company. Something warm settled in his chassis when you said yes

ᯓᡣ𐭩 What came as a rather significant sign of his attitude changing was when he willingly shared his notes with you. He passed you the datapad, zooming in on what you needed to see. He had been so secretive before, that it wasn't lost on you how much this meant to him

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Short study sessions became long talks far past work hours. Not seeing one another until the next day became drinks and regular hangouts. A cold and reserved scientist had become a softened friend before you knew it

ᯓᡣ𐭩 He knew the very evening where his warmth for you melted into a deeply enamored infatuation. After a night of a shared dinner, you'd fallen into recharge while leaning against him. He gently rubbed your cheek with his thumb, admiring you leaning into his hold. He couldn't remember the last time he saw you with any animosity, and how could he? You're the most precious thing he'd seen in ages

[ohimsummer]

it’s been 15 seconds. not a long time at all, but to satoru, right now, it is agonizingly endless.

there’s sweat on his forehead. what is he nervous for? this should be easy. he’s killed curses a countless number of times, seen so much bloodshed, experienced one too many of his colleagues die. this should be nothing. you’re supposed to be his enemy, after all.

it’s been a minute. you stare at satoru and he stares back into eyes he hasn’t seen in ten years. they’re quizzical. they’re wondering why he hasn’t killed you yet. your forehead’s to his fingers. all he has to do is send one flick and you’re gone, just like suguru.

your lips part.

“shut up.”, satoru cuts you off. “shut it, shut up, don’t talk.”

and you obey, closing your lips once more and blinking wordlessly up at him. why hasn’t he killed you yet? even after you offered yourself to him, kneeled at his feet next to suguru’s corpse. he’s already done it once, he just has to do it again. kill two birds with one stone. get rid of two infamous curse-users. the higher ups would be elated.

“why didn’t you run?” satoru’s voice is shaky. “what are you doing?”

you keep looking at him, staring into burning blue eyes. “well…i already left you once.”

“don’t–!”, satoru seethes, balling his other hand into a fist. “why–, you saw me and didn’t even run away? you could’ve escaped into the woods. hell, you didn’t have to be here to begin with!”

“yeah.” you murmur, pause. when you speak again, your eyes are downcast. “suguru told me to stay away. i got worried, and…”

satoru watches you glance at the dead man besides you two. “ i wanted to see you.”

he squeezes so hard he can feel his nails sinking into his palms, blood dripping to the ground. god dammit. he’s supposed to kill you. he’s supposed to kill you and suguru, and you’re surrendering right here at his fingertips. you risked your life knowing you’d be killed just to see him again for the first time in a decade.

“i got what i wanted.” you press your head harder against his fingers.

satoru grits his teeth, closes his eyes. fuck.

[matchanon]

personally, i think phainon has more potential to be yandere than mydei in a romantic relationship

while mydei’s feelings are intense and pure and fierce, phainon would be so sticky and truly spare no expense in ensuring you’re happy and safe, he would get insecure and jealous if you paid attention to others more than him and whine until you give him hugs and kisses (metaphorical tail wagging), he needs a daily dose of your affection or he gets sad, he tells you he loves you and needs reassurance that you do too

because of you, he HAS to return from any missions outside okhema and make sure everything is okay, he would lose his smile and turn apoplectic if he learnt something dangerous was out to get you

let’s say that the trailblazer and dan heng’s arrival to okhema during the beginning of amphoreus was with a more off his rockers phainon

[siriusly-parker]

nun!reader x cult leader!suguru geto

I can’t stop thinking about nun!reader x cult leader!geto 😫😫 idk i just want stories about that dynamic so baaaaad 😭🙏 (if you do get inspired to write your own, plz credit me for the au!)

i just need to get some of it out of my chest so i can finally continue my homework 😭 so this was written FAST and it’s not much, but it’s a start. maybe i can make this a au! with other stories? plz plz plz fill my asks with requests and your own little cult leader!getou x nun!reader fantasies 🛐 plz and thank you 🛐

cult leader!geto who praises you for being such a devoted follower.

nun!reader who wants nothing but to be a good enough disciple for master geto to notice.

nun!reader worshipping the ground he walks on.

cult leader!geto who knows that and uses it to his advantage.

nun!reader who begs her leader for forgiveness whenever she does anything remotely imperfect.

cult leader!geto who gets weirdly turned on by her tears. maybe it was from knowing he had so much power over her. how much she trusted and worshipped him. how he practically owned her…

cult leader!geto who shuts down any rumors and reprimands other nuns for talking behind your back and insinuating favouritism (though there definitely was).

nun!reader who constantly gets down on her knees for cult leader!getou, without knowing the true effect it has on him.

cult leader!geto who creates alternate passages and spots for you to explore in the convent and kill time during the long and mostly boring days.

nun!reader who gets confused when places she has been to before seem to disappear, but gets overwhelmingly excited when she discovers new ones.

nun!reader who spends her days exploring and roaming instead of praying, not knowing geto is always watching.

nun!reader who feels guilty and spends the night overpraying to the strongest cursed spirits.

cult leader!geto who smirks as he listens to her worshiping and begging.

cult leader!geto who kills and destroys without a second thought, but holds a soft spot for you, his favourite girl.

[getouyuri]

who should be cowboy!geto’s ranch hand for this fic of mine 🧌 details below in the screenshots, text, and in the tags

also there’s their personalities to consider along with these other things;

• riko (she’s like cowboy!geto’s younger sister; she’s like 2-5 years younger than him, so she’d be in her early 20’s. she and kuroi [who is also like family to geto and she always tries to dote on geto like an auntie] live in the guest house on geto’s ranch. riko and kuroi will also play the parts of wingwoman a bit for cowboy!geto and vet!reader)

• yuuji (teenager ~15, he comes over almost every day after school [and all day starting from the early morning on weekends] to help out cowboy!geto. his uncle is cowboy!sukuna, who lives nearby, and there’ll be vague love triangle vibes between cowboy!geto x vet!reader x cowboy!sukuna, pushing geto to make a move a little faster. yuuji will also play wingman a bit for cowboy!geto and vet!reader)

• maki (teenager ~16, comes over almost every day after school [and all day starting from the early morning on weekends] to help out cowboy!geto. she spends a lot of time at the ranch for work and to get away from the zenin family; geto always offers her his guest house as a safe space whenever she wants to get away from them for a while, so its not rare for her to spend multiple nights there before going back home. maki will also play wingwoman a bit for cowboy!geto and vet!reader)

[ysaefinn]

Thinking about dragging dilf!suguru to arcades to win you plushies

[xlettex]

i ended up being so much busier than I thought and didn’t have any time to write :((

i have lots of train rides on my vacation so maybe i’ll get a chance to write then

[xcherryerim]

“Our concern is that Clay believes that Derek Danforth is the defective offspring of a queen.”

The defective offspring in question:

nah people calling you defective offspring is CRAZY 😭

[yosaflamesworld]

give me fumus x god reader smut

topic can b up 2 u i just need more fumus x reader content

FUMUS X GOD!READER

Warnings: NFSW, cursing, angst at the start.

Reader has no gender but has a clit. With a symbol that covers it. Like etihw.

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You lay in your shared bed waving your hair in your hands peacefully, as your lover fumus went out as always to either watch husband creations train or just sleep in his office or discipline his angels as he says. Those poor darlings. But he says it's nothing to worry about as always, you've kept watch over a few, especially taffy, the one that suffered the most out of all, poor him, you felt bad for all of them especially elwine, recently Nadine had disappeared. It gravely upset the cat like angel, she came crying to you about her, you asured her she'd return eventually. She'd hugged you so tightly. You cradled her sobbing form that moment. She thanked you for making her feel better after that, she usually hung around you when she wasn't happy.. to think now I think it's time to get up

You get up and dress up brushing your hair as your aura flows around you, you then look presentable with your perfect outfit, you head towards the door and open and step outside, everyone's around, training, fumus no where to be seen, ofcourse.. taffy teaching his class how to get rid of demons, natural. Maybe just grumpy again. You go off to do your own thing, for the whole day

TIME SKIP.

It's almost nighttime, you decide to watch the sunlight, your hair floats in the wind.. you feel a presence, a strong and forceful one.. you turn around to see your loved fumus. Smoking behind you..

"Mm... come on.. were going inside now."

"Ah.. okay.."

There's no way you can disagree or argue. Your punishment may be worse than taffys, more brutal. You follow him inside, best to be obedient, you follow him to ypur shared bedroom, then he's nowhere to be seen, you suddenly lifted and thrown into the bed. He puts ĥis warm hand and fingers to your thigh and began hand rubbing it roughly. You shutter and whimper as he towers over you.. still kissing you. He breaks off the kiss, panting a bit from how long you were kissing for. He leans into your neck and puts kisses and hickeys. "Slut. My pretty little cum slut"He then uses his free hand to move your underwear and pants and move it down your legs forcefully.. you whimper due to the contact he's making on your neck, you don't notice the contact he's gonna make on you, He straightens his posture, taking your pants and underwear.. revealing your clit, with symbol on it. Specially a cloud symbol, he then sticks a finger into your clit, he already begins pumping it in And out harshly. You choke sob and Moans to this, it hurts, but it feels so good at the same time, God you were beginning to reach your high between your pain and pleasure high. As soon as you almost did he pulls out his slick covered finger. It dripped, he plops it into your mouth, He smirks as you struggle to keep his finger in your mouth, "Your being so good for me... you deserve this dick don't you..?"

You nod almost to your high if he kept this up.. he puts his hand to his pants and zips it down and then pulling his boxers down enough for his massive, veiny dick to come out, he just shoves it into your aching clit, and begins moving after a 5 seconds pass. He's just thrusting carelessly, you moan and arch as he keels this up at a fast but soon he'll be going at a harsh pace, his dick going into your aching wet folds. He's gonna fucking oversimulate you badly, you won't be out of the bedroom for days. He doesn't care though. You reach your high as he's still rotting into your wet folds, ruining you each time, but your almost close to cumming"A-Ah... fumus! I-I'm.. gonn- cum..Please!"He smirks as he Thrusts harshly into you"Heh..Whore."

He Thrusts and fucks into you Relentlessly as you moan and cry for him to stop, and be slower. But he just degrades you and Thrusts harsher each time you beg... you then.. reach your second climax of the night.. but.

"I'm not Finished With You yet. Slut."

.

[charliedawn]

Defective good part 10

The very next day, JR-6025 was assigned to the shredders. She started shredding files that the First Order didn’t need anymore or were valued unimportant. And she did under the keen eye of Lieutenant Li who was watching her like an hawk—no doubt at general Hux’s request. JR-6025 shredded the files efficiently and remained outwardly impassive as she completed her work. But inside, her heart raced with frustration.

Hux’s threat hung over her like a sword, reminding her that one wrong move could be disastrous. And Supreme Lord’s advice.

Control. Control. Control.

She had managed to hold her tongue so far—but her patience was gradually wearing thin. Suddenly, Lieutenant Li hit her fingers with a baton and she held back a whimper of pain.

"No thinking, trooper JR-6025. Just shredding. At a reasonable pace. Nothing else."

JR-6025 winced, gritting her teeth as she tried to stifle her pain. She kept her eyes downcast, not wanting to meet Lieutenant Li’s gaze as she continued to shred the files.

"Yes, sir..." She muttered, keeping her expression as impassive as she could. But the strike had clearly shaken her. Her thoughts raged beneath the surface, but she had to keep her cool.

And she did. For days, she would endure the pain.

Lieutenant Li—she found out—wasn’t a kind man. Her thoughts would but focus on anything else than shredding for just a second and he would repeatedly hit her fingers with his baton. He regularly walked around and if a stormtrooper as much as looked away to take a breath that his baton would do quick work on focusing them back by hitting them.

That’s when JR-6025 realised that that was her punishment for disobeying. General Hux didn’t need to dirty his hands, he had found a way to reprogram her his own way through mental torture…with Lieutenant Li.

She closed her eyes.

This was a nightmare…

Whack

Lieutenant Li hit her fingers again.

JR-6025 tried her best to bite back a gasp of pain as Lieutenant Li struck her fingers with his baton once again. She remained outwardly impassive as she continued to shred the files, trying her best to ignore the throbbing in her fingers. The pain was immense, but she knew that showing any sign of weakness would only make it worse. She had to be strong and withstand the torture…

Whack

Another blow from Lieutenant Li’s baton jolted her back to reality as he struck her fingers again. She was panting and the more Lieutenant Li would hit her fingers—the slower she got…until even the menial task of bring papers to the shredder became excruciating.

JR-6025 felt like a machine. She was panting with agony, and her fingers were trembling with pain. But she knew that this was a deliberate attempt to break her down. Lieutenant Li would not stop until she was fully submissive—until she was a perfect mindless drone who could follow orders without hesitation or question.

She would not let them break her…

Whack

The baton struck her fingers once again, causing her a jolt of pain.

JR-6025 kept shredding, trying to ignore the pain. But it was intense. Each minute felt like torture. Lieutenant Li was watching her closely, waiting for her to slip up. The slightest distraction and his baton would strike her fingers again. She continued shredding, trying to remain calm. She couldn't let them break her.

She kept shredding, but knew that she’d soon have to stop or she would lose the feeling in her fingers. She closed her eyes and tried to stay focused on the task, even though Lieutenant Li’s constant assault on her fingers was making it hard to concentrate.

Suddenly, one of the stormtroopers beside her collapsed and she was shocked to see no one trying to help her. She stopped.

…Grave mistake.

Lieutenant Li instantly noticed, his eyes flashing with anger.

"KEEP SHREDDING !" He boomed, raising his baton with a threatening look.

He strode up to her and swung his baton at her fingers in swift motion, striking them viciously as a warning. He glared down at her, waiting for her reaction.

JR-6025 winced.

"But, sir ! There is a stormtrooper down !"

Lieutenant Li ignored her remark, glaring at her with contempt.

"I SAID KEEP SHREDDING."

He raised his baton again, poised to strike her fingers yet again. She decided to ignore him and knelt beside the unconscious stormtrooper to shake her gently.

"Hey. Are you alright, trooper ?"

JR-6025 shook the stormtrooper gently, checking to see if she was still breathing. Lieutenant Li was seething, visibly enraged by her actions.

"WHAT are you doing ?!" He barked.

"This stormtrooper needs medical attention, sir ! Please. Allow me to bring her to the med bay."

Lieutenant Li glared at her, his face contorted with rage.

"Did you not hear me ? I TOLD you to keep shredding !" He grabbed her arm tightly, squeezing hard enough to cause pain. "I am not repeating myself again. GET BACK TO WORK."

JR-6025 looked at Lieutenant Li with a mixture of anger and fear. She couldn’t just let the stormtrooper lie there while she shredded files. Her programming was forcing her to follow his orders…but she had to find a way to do something.

She tried to pull away from his grip, but his fingers dug deeper, causing her pain.

"Please, sir…please…she needs help." She pleaded and Lieutenant Li let out a harsh breath, his grip tightening even more.

"…Let me get the stormtrooper to the med bay. Please." JR-6025 finally asked and looked up at Lieutenant Li. "…Please, sir. And I will stay behind after my hours to finish their work. I promise."

Lieutenant Li stared at her for a moment, his expression unchanged. He maintained his tight grip on her arm, ensuring she wouldn’t try to run off.

Finally, after a moment of silent deliberation, he seemed to relent.

"Very well..." He finally loosened his grip, allowing JR-6025 to go help the stormtrooper. She nodded before helping the stormtrooper up to carry them to the med bay.

"Thank you, sir."

Lieutenant Li watched her walk off to the med bay, his eyes still narrow as he kept a close eye on her. He had no intention of letting her out of his sight—not after what happened. He remained stoic and silent, waiting until she left before turning his gaze back to the other stormtroopers in the shredder room.

The other stormtroopers had all stopped working for a second as they had followed JR-6025’s form as she left the room. But as soon as Lieutenant Li looked back at them—they all got back to work.

Lieutenant Li noticed how the other stormtroopers had stopped working to follow JR-6025’s form as she left the room, and he was immediately alert to the shift in their behavior.

He glared at them for a moment, silently reminding them who they were supposed to fear. But they immediately resumed working, understanding that their temporary detour was over.

He returned to the business of monitoring their progress as they continued shredding the files.

JR-6025 dropped the stormtrooper to the med bay and once she was alone in the corridor, she punched the wall nearest to her. She felt tears come to her eyes at the pain, but she was grateful as it made her focus again. She took a deep breath and tried to remain calm before walking away.

She was on her way back when she noticed General Hux, looking at his data pad while walking. She tried to walk past him without being noticed, but it was no use.

It was as if he had sensed her.

"Stormtrooper JR-6025." His voice rose up as she was walking past him.

She froze.

"General." She greeted back shortly.

There was a heavy silence.

"What are you doing here ?" He finally asked and JR-6025 straightened up before replying in a vaghe manner.

"…Taking a break."

He frowned—visibly unimpressed.

"You know very well that you’re not supposed to leave your position unattended."

She closed her eyes and wished she could just turn invisible. She wouldn’t tell him he was the reason she had ended up in the shredders and had to suffer through Li’s cruel punishments…

"I doubt the First Order will miss another shredder for a few minutes." She held back on the sarcasm, but General Hux still narrowed his eyes suspiciously at her.

"What if something urgent happened during those few minutes you were gone ?"

"…Every human being needs a break." She shot back and immediately regretted. She hoped her answer didn't sound too insolent. She didn’t need another trip to the med bay.

"Perhaps." He admitted. "But being in the First Order is not about being a human being; it is about discipline and dedication. And you are a disciplined and dedicated soldier, aren't you JR-6025 ?"

She shivered at the clear innuendo in that question and she immediately straightened up.

Right...

"Then what are you doing on the bridge, general ?" She asked curiously, trying to change subjects, and General Hux's eyes widened slightly at the question before huffing dismissively.

"I am the general. I get a pass."

She bit back a laugh, but General Hux didn't find any amusement in the situation as he glared at her.

"My apologies." She quickly corrected herself. "I will…get back to work."

General Hux remained stern. He continued staring at her.

"Yes, you should." He agreed. His tone was adamant but measured. She started walking away and General Hux was just about to turn away when something caught his attention. General Hux noticed how she kept rubbing her wrist. This caused him to raise an eyebrow.

"…Why are you rubbing your wrist like that ?"

JR-6025 froze under the General's sharp gaze, caught unawares by his keen observation. She quickly stopped rubbing her wrist where Li's baton had been the most ruthless.

"It is...a lingering habit, sir. From Lieutenant Li’s punishments." She hoped this explanation would suffice, not wishing to dwell on such matters especially when she was sure Li was being directed by Hux to give harsh punishment to the stormtroopers. But Hux' eyes glinted with curiosity and confusion. He stepped closer, beckoning calmly.

"Show me, Trooper. I would like to see the scars he left upon my soldiers." His tone betrayed no anger, only care for the well-being of all under his command. With a small nod of assent, JR removed her gauntlets. Faded markings marred her skin and Hux inspected them gently yet clinically, a slight frown darkening his features at the sight. Her scars, though small, were numerous. The man seemed surprised.

"I had no idea Lieutenant Li was still using such corporal punishments in the shredding sector." JR-6025 felt a strange mix of shame and relief as she stared at her hands, her scars now out in the open.

"…You assigned me to the shredders because of my reaction to the extermination of the Azterri people. I got what I deserved. I shouldn’t have questioned your methods, sir."

General Hux sighed. He'd seen how brutal Li could be, and he was starting to wonder if maybe he hadn’t gone too far…

"Your reaction was understandable," he acknowledged, not missing the veiled self-blame. "And you got what you deserved." He paused, looking at her scars again. "Yet it does not excuse the physical torture Li is inflicting on you. You are my trooper. No one will touch you again without my express order."

"…You mean it wasn’t your order ?" She asked—surprised by the disclosure.

Hux paused, considering his answer carefully.

"Lieutenant Li has a lot of independence in his station. He has full authority over what methods he uses to instill discipline in you and the others. As long as he achieves results, I did not always look too closely into how he went about it." There was a hint of guilt in his tone as he admitted as much. "I should have paid closer attention I realize. Marking soldiers in such a way lowers their efficiency and makes troopers unable to hold a blaster properly."

As he was thinking, JR stared at him before she decided she ought to apologize for her behavior.

"…I shouldn’t have tried to get information from Poe Dameron without warning you first, sir. I…I am at fault. And I apologise."

Hux considered this for a moment. Despite the risk she had taken, her intention had been to aid the war effort against the Resistance. And he could not fault her loyalty.

"Perhaps not," he answered, his tone soft and measured. "And perhaps I should not have reacted so harshly. I believe you had your reasons for going behind my back."

"I had." She confirmed. "I just wanted to help the First Order by pretending to be a traitor. But, you know that I do believe in our cause, general."

There was a pause between them.

"And you are right, trooper. Your desire to help us is admirable, if not reckless."

He paused.

"But I do not wish to punish your initiative. On the contrary, I would like to make use of your talents." He then gestured for her to follow him as he was making his way to his office.

"I have need of a covert operation to infiltrate the Resistance." He explained once there and he paused, studying her expression. "Can I trust you with such a task ?"

"…You would really trust me with such a task, sir ?" She asked—surprised. General Hux nodded.

"I am aware you have been attempting to act as a traitor to the Resistance," he explained. "And I want to put that deception to good use. If you are capable of playing the part of a Resistance sympathizer, you may infiltrate their inner circle and gain useful knowledge, and then you can inform me once you have gained their trust."

She thought about it. She could get caught…

"There is a risk, of course," he continued. "But if you pull this off, it would prove your loyalty to the First Order once and for all."

He paused.

"Can I count on you, trooper?"

She gulped. What choice did she have ?

"Yes, sir…"

He seemed pleased by her answer.

"Then go and prepare yourself," he instructed. "Be thorough, and be convincing. Let no one suspect you have a different purpose."

"Your mission is simple," he finished. "Find Poe Dameron. Gain his trust. Infiltrate the Resistance’s circles. And there, report everything to me."

She nodded.

"Where and when shall I find Poe Dameron ?" She asked.

"A spy of ours spotted him on Jakku," he replied. "I will arrange for you to depart at an early time and provide you with additional intelligence regarding your mission."

He paused, considering her further.

"Have you ever been to Jakku before ? You could use your past experience on the planet as a further aid to your cover."

She nodded.

"I was stationed there for 2 years, sir. I remember the planet. But…my uniform will be noticed."

"Yes, it will," he acknowledged. "Therefore you will have to remove your uniform to be less conspicuous."

She froze.

"…Remove my uniform, sir ?" She shivered.

"It will be a necessary procedure," he replied, noticing her sudden unease at the prospect of being ununiformed.

"As a defector, you will be subjected to extensive interrogations when you first arrive so that it looks believable when you join the Resistance's ranks."

He paused. "You will have to remove your uniform to undergo this inspection."

"…Sir. I will have to get my helmet off ? Show my face ?" She asked—uncertain.

"Yes, you will have to remove your helmet," he confirmed, studying her with a keen gaze. "And yes, you will need to show your face to confirm your identity as the defector they are expecting to find. Is there a problem with that ?"

"…Sir. I have never removed my helmet." She confessed.

Hux gave her a disbelieving glance.

"You have never removed your helmet ?" He paused, trying to gauge the depth of the problem. "Not even in private ?"

She looked away. "No. I did take it off for mandatory haircuts. But, never otherwise…"

"And what about your face ?" He pressed. "Have you let anyone ever see it ? In confidence, of course..."

"…No, sir."

He was surprised by her reply.

"No one has ever seen your face ? That is somewhat surprising, I admit." He paused, considering the depth of her discomfort with the notion of showing her face. "You do not wish to remove your helmet, do you ?"

"…No, sir."

"You dislike the idea of showing your face ?" He tilted his head to the side, studying her reaction. "Or are you afraid ?"

JR stared at General Hux. She wouldn’t let him call her a coward.

"…First of all, stormtroopers are forbidden to show their faces or remove their helmets in company. Secondly, I…do not know what I look like. I haven’t removed my helmet since I was a child. What if…What if…I do not like what I see ?"

Hux had not anticipated her fears. And yet he could not entirely dismiss them either.

"You have never dared to look in a mirror..." he realized, surprised. "You do not know what your face looks like at all ?"

Usually, troopers were proud—or at the very least indifferent—about their looks. He couldn’t count the number of times he had caught some with a mirror or showing their faces to each other outside of duty…He had always turned a blind eye when it was outside of duty hours because he knew that troopers had to at least have an idea of what the other looked like in order to recognise them if necessary…

"I see..." He said finally. "And what if you were to remove your helmet right now...in my presence ?"

"…I would politely decline." She answered almost immediately.

He paused.

"And if I insisted ?"

"I would remind you of the stormtrooper code, which includes that no stormtrooper should even remove their helmet on duty." She replied confidently, but General Hux didn’t seem impressed.

"I am your general," he replied, not missing an ounce of his firmness. "And I am ordering you to remove your helmet and let me see your face."

"And I am a stormtrooper loyal to the codes and rules of the First Order," she straightened up and took a challenging stance. "You have already accused me of being a traitor. I won’t break the rules once more."

He remained unphased by her defiance.

"Loyal to the First Order codes and rules, are you ?" he repeated—an unnoticeable hint of a mocking smirk gracing his lips. "Then remind me. What article of the code forbids a stormtrooper from removing his helmet ?"

"Code 303." She didn’t miss a beat.

"Code 303," he repeated, acknowledging how well-prepared she was. "Tell me again what it means."

"By creed, stormtroopers aren't allowed to take their helmet off under any circumstances but the case of mandatory cases regarding safety or health during duty, or they will be considered apostates and traitors to the First Order." She recited and General Hux hummed approvingly.

"And would removing your helmet to confirm your identity to a trusted superior count as a mandatory case ?" he asked calmly.

"You have never seen my face before, sir. Even if I was to remove it, you wouldn’t be able to prove that it is me." She countered. He gave her a long, hard stare. He was becoming tired of this tedious back and forth.

"True," he conceded. "Yet there is still a way for me to check."

His facial expression revealed nothing as he spoke—yet she had to wonder at the possibility of what he had just suggested.

"Do you recall the facial scan your helmet underwent as part of your induction into the First Order ? I could have your helmet examined by my security department. It would give me a precise account of the characteristics of your facial features, which could be confirmed once you show your face.

Her eyes widened.

"It was years ago. They would have the data of a child." She retorted and General Hux smirked.

"They would also be able to extrapolate the expected progression of your facial features based on that data."

He paused, his tone remaining level.

"And my security department is very adept at its job. If you keep refusing to remove your helmet, I could have them retrieve that data."

"…You could." She finally admitted. "And you are free to do so. But…what would be the purpose ? It is of no use to you to know what I look like…is there ?"

"Perhaps not," he said with measured tones. "Yet it would remove the element of uncertainty that currently surrounds the situation."

He paused before tapping the side of her helmet knowingly.

"And it would prove your willingness to obey my orders. As your general, I should be able to trust that you would be willing to do so. By refusing my order to remove your helmet, you are giving me reasons to doubt you."

She remained still and her knuckles turned into fists by her side.

"…Have I given you any reason to doubt my loyalty recently ? I am currently only applying the creed we all pledged. Rule 303. I am being faithful to my word when I pledged allegiance to the First Order."

"Perhaps you are," he conceded, studying her expression. "Yet I could interpret your refusal in another way."

His expression hardened, showing some measure of the frustration and suspicion that was building in his mind.

"I could assume you have something to hide. You seem to be reluctant to show me your face. You seem afraid to do so."

"As any stormtrooper should and would." Her jaw twitched. He remained silent for a moment, studying her reaction.

"Any stormtrooper..." He repeated and pondered on it. "Any stormtrooper would obey a direct order from their superior."

He then leant further towards her and JR could feel sweat running down her forehead at his proximity.

"I am only…following the pledge I took years ago." She insisted and General Hux retraining an eye roll.

"Yes, yes," he added after a pause. "Yet what if I suspect you have a deeper motivation for keeping your face hidden. In other words..."

He paused, waiting to see if she would take the bait.

"Do you have something to hide, trooper ? Something that you are reluctant to expose to me...or anyone else for that matter ?"

She snapped her head in his direction and replied with a voice without hesitation.

"Something to hide, sir ? And what would that be but my loyalty to the First Order ?"

Hux remained still, his eyes narrowing a little more.

"Yet your response was so immediate and so intense," he pointed out. "It begs the question: Is your loyalty to the stormtrooper code so strong that it would explain your reluctance to show your face..."

He paused as a doubt arose in his mind.

"...or might it be hiding other intentions?"

She faced him fully.

"I have aided the First Order in more ways than one. Are you questioning my faith into the new order, sir ?"

"Not at all," he replied just as firmly. "Yet I am now beginning to question your refusal to remove your helmet."

His tone held no compromise.

"Remove it. Now."

She didn’t move.

His eyes narrowed a little further.

"I gave you an order, JR-6025. Remove your helmet."

She remained unresponsive.

"Trooper…” he began in a quieter tone. "I have been patient with you up until this point. You have never refused an order before. Yet you are refusing one of the most simple and straightforward orders your superior can give."

He paused.

"I am giving you the chance to do so of your own accord. Or..."

His voice lowered as he threatened. "...I will have it removed myself."

She faced him fully and replied with an undertone of defiance. "Code 303, sir. You are asking me to break it. Allowing me the right to refuse."

"Indeed," he replied unashamedly, his tone returning to its former firmness. "Yet you are also my subordinate. And you swore an oath of allegiance. Which supersedes the stormtrooper code, does it not ?"

She remained silent and behind her back, dug her nails in the flesh of her wrist as she tried to remain calm.

"I am to obey you. As long as it doesn’t go against the First Order."

He seemed to notice the slight fidgeting of her hand, and noticed the fact that she did not deny the possibility that there was something else underlying her refusal.

"The First Order..." he repeated, the hard tone returning to his voice. "...has ordered you to remove your helmet. Therefore removing your helmet...does not go against the First Order.

"Are YOU the First Order, sir ?" She asked with unexpected confidence.

"I speak with the authority of the First Order," he replied, a hint of anger slipping into his voice. "That is all that is necessary."

He paused for a second, as if considering how far he should go.

"Unless..." He raised a finger, his eyes meeting hers. "You question my authority as well ?"

"…I would never." She was quick to reply. "But, I am to follow the First Order’s rules. And I do not see the need for you to see my face."

"I do," he replied, his voice beginning to grow harsher in tune with his escalating irritation. "And you are to do as I say."

He took a step towards her.

"Remove your helmet."

"No." She took a step forward towards him and she knew that challenging the general wouldn’t end well, but it was her duty on the line…and she wouldn’t let the general make her break the rules.

His expression darkened at her disobedience.

"You are refusing me for the second time," he began, slowly circling around her. "I am growing...increasingly reluctant to show you leniency."

He paused behind her, his footsteps echoing on the floor like a predator stalking his prey.

"Your helmet...remove it." He repeated his command—expecting her to obey.

"I. Refuse." She insisted and didn’t seem to backdown from her resolve. He let out a frustrated huff.

"That's it." In one swift motion, he reached behind her head, grabbed her by the helmet and attempted to pull it off. She grabbed his wrist and without thinking of the consequences—pinned him to his desk.

"…No."

He was taken by surprise at her sudden action—and even more suprised to find her able to hold him in place. For only an instant, their eyes locked and general Hux’s expression turned hostile.

"Let...go..." He said calmly—yet forcefully.

She hesitated. "Will you stop ?"

"…Let. Me. Go..." He seethed through clenched teeth. He began to struggle. And despite her strength, he knew he was stronger. It was a matter of time before he would be able to break out of her grasp. She used her weight to pin him to the desk and refused to let go. She knew she ought to release him and eventually did. She sighed and reluctantly backed off.

"Apologies, general. I…do not know what came over me."

"You..." he began, catching his breath. "You resisted me." The fact that she had done so had caught him completely off-guard and soon enough his astonishment turned to anger.

"And you had the audacity to grab me and pin me to my desk. Have you lost your mind, trooper ?!"

She winced at his harsh tone and she quickly clasped her hands behind her back and stood at salute.

"I…My action is unforgivable. I know. I shouldn’t have…done such a thing. I…I…do not know what I…" She started stammering.

"You attacked your superior officer !" he snapped, glaring at her. For a moment he had to resist the urge to arrest her immediately for insubordination—or even treason. Instead, he chose a different path. A much more painful, yet more revealing one. He leaned closer to her, staring into her eyes as he kept his voice as harsh as possible.

"Do you realize just how grave of an offence you have committed ?"

"I…I…" She was unable to speak.

He waited for an answer, but when none came he continued.

"You could be taken to a detention chamber. A court-marshalling..." His voice trailed off. "Instead, I am willing to be lenient. I can keep this whole incident quiet. But..."

He let out a cold breath.

"There is a price."

She had remained still up until he spoke of a price. Of a price to pay. She closed her eyes. She knew that refusing an order from General Hux wasn’t possible for stormtroopers such as her…

"What...price ?" she finally asked, her voice quiet. She knew what it would be—but she hoped General Hux would at least consider another approach. But, she knew it was all just wishful thinking.

"A simple one," he replied flatly and smirked—knowing she was trapped. "Remove your helmet. Show me your face."

She remained silent and her teeth gritted.

"No. I said no." She repeated stubbornly and even though her whole body was trembling—her answer remained the same. His eyes narrowed. Her defiance was impressive, in a way. But, pointless. For a moment he felt like he might actually respect her boldness, regardless of the insubordination she had just shown. But then, her continued resistance annoyed him. The audacity of her defiance...

"Trooper," he began firmly, taking a step towards her. "You are in no position to negotiate. Your face...now."

JR-6025’s breathing picked up.

"I won’t let you be the first person to see my face…" She seethed through clenched teeth. His expression seemed to harden at her words. The audacity. To refuse her general's order not once, but twice. The only reason she was alive was because of his own mercy.

"Trooper..." he repeated, "I will not ask you again. Remove your helmet."

Something snapped within her and she dared to face him—her voice raising.

"I will not let you make a fool out of me again !" She roared and didn’t back down. "You won’t make me disregard the rules ! I won’t ! You can try to break me and even execute me if you want ! I am done ! Do you hear me, general ?!"

His eyes narrowed as he listened to her rant. He had not expected to hear such...such...such anger.

Such defiance.

"Never again," he repeated, his voice turning to its usual tone of firmness as he bent down to face her eye to eye. "Never again...will you..." He paused for a bit, his words carefully chosen. "Disobey my orders."

She felt so frustrated and angry.

"I refuse. I refuse. You keep pushing me and pushing me…When will it end, general ? Your game. Your cruel game." He remained still, taking the fact that she had made it clear that she would not obey his orders again into full account.

After a brief moment, he stepped closer to her. His expression grew harder, revealing a sudden mixture of interest, anger, and disdain.

"You..." He spat, his tone growing harder. "...are a traitor."

She didn’t flinch.

"No. I am more loyal and true than you will EVER be ! You take and take and take ! I only offered you my service and loyalty for the greater good of the First Order ! And you took advantage of it ! You keep asking me to disregard the rules and I did ! For you !

She glared at him.

"For you !"

His expression turned to pure, unbridled anger.

"For me ?!" he repeated, his voice raising to a volume even he could barely control. "You have no idea of what being true to the First Order means !"

"You are asking me to remove my helmet ! You did EVERYTHING to make me your tool. You made me into your pawn. I shared my dreams and thoughts with you. I defended you ! I spoke against those who would dare speak badly of you ! But…you keep pushing me to my limits. Why, general ?! Why ?!"

To say he grew impatient with her was an understatement. To say his anger was growing to a dangerous level was also an understatement. But hearing her speak about her past loyalties...about her willingness to defend him...about how far she had gone to please him...It seemed to hit something. It brought emotions to the surface that he felt he had gotten in check. And yet...he still felt his anger growing. His pride growing. The part of him that felt...disrespected.

She was crying and sighed.

"And the worst part is ? I admired you. And you broke it all ! You broke me, General Hux ! I trusted you and you broke me !"

To see her crying like this...it shocked him. He was not used to seeing weakness.

Yet her tears...they were real.

"Trooper," he began, his voice beginning to soften—or at least losing its harshness. "I did what I had to do. What I believed was best for the First Order."

"Did you…? Or what was best to win against Kylo Ren ?" She glared at him. "To make me forget about the rules and follow blindly whatever you dictate. What was it that you said ? 'My word is law' ?"

His eye seemed to twitch at her words.

"I am in command here. Which means that you will obey my orders..." he began, his tone growing more menacing. "Now, remove your helmet !"

"No."

He seethed at the fact that even now, she refused to obey. His tone grew even harsher.

"Remove.

Your.

Helmet."

He took a step closer to her.

She didn’t budge.

"Make. Me."

JR-6025 was tired and confused and had had more than enough.

"I believe in the First Order. I believe in you. But, I must warn you. Try to get my helmet off again and I swear to you that you will lose all the faith or respect I have or ever had for you…"

How dared she ?! She was a stormtrooper ! Meant to be loyal to the chain of command. His hands clenched into fists when he heard her words. She was not just a mere soldier. She was a plague. He had allowed himself to trust her. And she used what she knew to hit him. He paused as he heard her warning, before he realized just how dangerous she really was.

She waited.

"…Your choice, general Hux." She gave him an ultimatum.

He did not answer her immediately. Instead he remained silent for a while, his eye still twitching as he tried to control his growing frustration, even as he began to realize the predicament he was in. He had pushed things far enough—his patience and restraint had all but worn thin. He could not let this go—no. She had to learn. He had to break her...he had to prove himself, or everything...would have been for nothing.

"Fine." he spat, his voice still holding a mixture of both anger and disdain. He would make her think she won…for now. She nodded and turned around to leave. He raised a hand.

"Not so fast."

She did not see his hand shake, but if she had, she would have understood that he was barely holding himself back.

She stopped dead in her tracks.

"Yes, general ?" She asked.

"Stay." He hissed. With difficulty, he regained control of his voice. She slowly turned back to face him.

"Do you still want me to be your spy within the Resistance, sir ?"

He seethed for a few moments before responding.

"Yes, I do. I still believe that is the only thing at which you'd be useful. And believe me when I say this—I want you to be as far away from my sight as possible."

"Is that so ?" She smirked underneath her helmet and looked up at him. "You will see me crushed."

His teeth ground in a quiet rage as he heard her mocking words. The stormtrooper had grown bold—too bold.

"If the Resistance wins..." He whispered, his voice carrying a dangerous edge. "...you'll wish you hadn't crossed me."

"If the Resistance wins, sir. You and I will never see each other again." She shot back.

"You're right." He replied, his voice growing cold. "If the Resistance wins, you'll be taken in, as a traitor. A spy. You'll be taken to an interrogation room, tortured..."

He paused, as a sudden idea came to mind.

"That is, if you live that long."

She remained silent for a moment before replying.

"I would be buried right beside you. Do not forget. WE are both part of the First Order."

His eyes narrowed at what she said.

"If you continue being this cheeky with me..." he whispered, his words filled with a mix of anger and frustration, "I swear—no matter who wins—I will find a way to make you suffer."

She didn’t seem afraid.

"You already make my life a suffering. But remember…I am the only one who never questioned your ability as a general. And yet, you never once trusted me."

He took a deep breath and tried his best to rein in his emotions.

"I have my reasons for...being cautious around you."

He didn’t think she would pry—but then she didn’t hesitate before asking:

"Which are ?"

He sighed.

"I do not need to explain myself to you, trooper..." he replied in a harsh tone, "But for the record, you proved me...right. You...are still the...treacherous, rebellious trooper I believed you to be. You may have defended my name in the past..."

He had to control himself.

"...but your allegiance is nowhere near as strong as mine had once believed. After all..." he said disdainfully, "...look where we are now."

She huffed a laugh.

"Treacherous ? I’ll tell you about treacherous. I can’t help but care about you. And I do not understand why. You have been nothing short of terrible to me and yet, I do not hate you. I feel mad…and foolish. I still believe you will be someone great. And I still put all my faith in you…" He said nothing to her words. The mere fact that she was admitting to him such a weakness was...concerning. She seemed completely unaware about how she sounded…about what her words truly meant.

"Trooper..." he whispered, his voice a mixture of frustration, anger, and disbelief. "Remove. Your. Helmet."

"Why ?" She asked and gritted her teeth. "For you to disrespect me once more ? To drag me through the mud ? To question my loyalty towards the First Order ?"

He did not answer her, but rather he began to approach her again—this time in slow steps. The anger in his eyes was clear. And in spite of even his best efforts, it was on full display.

"I said: remove your helmet."

She turned around to leave. He remained silent as she tried to leave yet again. The stormtrooper's defiance was astounding. And more and more, it felt to him like her mind was becoming even more of a...dangerous and unpredictable threat.

"Trooper." he began again, in the same harsh whisper, "You will remove your helmet. Whether you like it or not. Whether I have to use force or not."

She turned back and shouted.

"Go on. Call other stormtroopers. Call your army. Call whoever you want…But, mark my words. You will lose the only person who would willingly die for you."

He seethed at her words.

Was she...threatening him ?

Or was it something else ? Was she really that devoted to him ? Or was it a trap ?

"Trooper." he spat, his voice harsh in a silent roar, "I will not tell you again—."

He grabbed her helmet, and with a sharp motion, he tried to pull it off. She grabbed his arms as he was about to get her helmet off all the way and her voice sounded fearful.

"…Please. Don’t."

He froze.

The stormtrooper's grip was surprisingly strong.

The way...she said "please" was something he hadn’t expected. She had done nothing but refuse to obey him. Yet this...the way she said it...was something else entirely.

"You have no right to ask for mercy..." he whispered and she closed her eyes and bowed her head slightly.

"And yet, I am asking for it. Please, sir. I do not wish you to be the first person to see my face…" He remained still for a beat as he felt her grab hold of his arms. The grip was surprisingly potent. And as she spoke, his anger began to slip away into...something else.

"I will not allow it to be anyone else." he declared.

"Why ?" She clenched her teeth together.

"Because," came his reply, "if anyone is going to see what you look like underneath it...it will be me."

She restrained tears. "…Don’t you understand ? It is because I value your opinion so much that I do not wish for you to see my face. If you are repulsed or find me unfit to be your spy, then the humiliation would be unbearable…"

Her words made his anger...slipped away. He still felt frustrated, but he was in a state of disbelief. That she was...this devoted to him. He stepped much closer to her, until their breath was practically touching.

"I don’t believe that." he said, his voice much softer than before. "Not for a second."

He paused before asking:

"Would you really die for me...?"

"Yes." She replied instantly—without hesitation. Something changed in his tone after her reply. He remained as close to her as before, and as he spoke, his voice was quiet and...almost hoarse.

"Then prove it to me," he said calmly. "Remove your helmet. Now."

"…I can’t." She tightened her grip on his arms.

His breath hitched as he heard her words.

"JR-6025." He took a short pause. "You...will do as I say."

Her hands on his arms made his anger return, yet...at the same time, his curiosity grew tenfold. In spite of himself, he felt his anger begin to melt away little by little.

She was trembling.

Her trembling sent a shiver down his spine. The trooper's fear, and the way she was desperately clutching his arms—it made him reconsider his opinion on her. He felt a brief sensation of his anger melting away completely. But then...something else took over in its place.

He did not move. He did not say anything.

He just waited, breathing just as softly as her.

"…What if I disappoint you ?" She asked in a weak tone.

His breath hitched again. His anger slowly melting away. Yet something else was stirring, something dangerous.

"I do not believe..." he began to whisper, almost more to himself than to her, "that you...can disappoint..."

His voice trailed off as he looked at her.

"...me."

She sighed and looked up at him.

"How are you so sure ?"

"Because..." He hesitated before continuing. "Because...I simply know it. Now, you said you believed in me ? That you trusted my judgment ? Then, trust me. Now. Right now."

He was silent for a moment, his eyes on hers, watching her. She took a deep breath and slowly loosened her grip on his arms.

"…Alright. I am willing to trust you."

His eyes narrowed as he stepped closer to her, his face now mere inches away from her helmet and her own. He felt a strange sensation, as if her very trust was warming his body from within.

"Good." he said with a new tone in his voice – one of certainty. "Then..."

His fingers, ever so slowly, reached up to her helmet, trying to grasp it. She didn’t try to stop him this time around. Slowly, he grabbed her helmet. As soon as he did so, he paused, his hands still gripping the helmet.

He did not take it off just yet.

"One more thing..." he said in a whisper, his breath hot as he spoke, his voice more hoarse than it was a moment ago.

"…Yes ?"

"Look at me." he commanded, his voice still a whisper, his hands remaining firm around her helmet. "Do not close your eyes. Do not blink."

He remained as close to her as before, his breath just as hot. Her heart was hammering in her chest and she obeyed. His breath...slowed down, and became softer and silent.

He tried to control his breathing as he felt the heat of her breath. He slowly...began to pull the helmet out of her head, inch by inch.

This—this was a dangerous game they were playing.

His eyes remained locked on hers.

As her face was finally revealed underneath the helmet, his eyes remained on hers. He was watching her face closely, as he gently pulled the helmet away from her. Then, when her entire face was finally revealed, he took a small step back to take it all in. There was a long silence until JR-6025 couldn’t take it anymore and tried to reach for her helmet again. His hands held her helmet firmly, keeping it in his grips as he looked at her with a newfound intensity, his eyes taking on her every expression and feature.

There was...something special about this.

He felt his hands begin to tremble as he reached his fingers to her face. And he brushed against her soft skin very gently. His eyes wandered all over her exposed face...

She felt her breath significantly increase as she felt the general’s fingers touch her face and it made her weak…Why ? Why did his touch make her feel so weak ? She hated him…She hated him. He was a monster. There was no questioning it. She had witnessed firsthand of his cruelty. He had destroyed Hosnian Prime and Azterri without a second thought…And yet, here she was.

Obeying.

His eyes remained locked on hers once her eyes were open. A slight breeze, as if someone had opened a window, washed over them. He leaned his face back just a little bit—he was still so close to her, his breath still hot on his face.

He said nothing.

He just kept staring into her eyes, until he finally spoke:

"You know, it’s ironic. Someone as lowly as a stormtrooper is supposed to feel emptiness and nothing else. They’re supposed to blindly follow orders. They are simply meant to fight and follow orders—nothing else."

"And yet…I feel." She said and his voice was now quiet.

"Yes, you feel. This is wrong. For a stormtrooper such as yourself to feel anything other than obedience and following orders is a sin. You’re broken. You have already betrayed the First Order once by refusing an order. Your feelings are nothing more than a manifestation of your betrayal."

Now that he had said all this, his grip tightened on her jaw once again.

"And yet, you allowed me to live." She replied knowingly. She knew General Hux was smart enough and that he had had his suspicions from the start. "Why is that I wonder ?"

Her words felt as if they were tearing away at his very own reason, little by little. Her words had cut him deeper than any blade.

She was right.

Her loyalty...her devotion to him.

To him alone. It had brought out something in him.

Something...new.

Her words continued to cut through him, slowly and gently.

"Tell me, JR-6025. Why do you think..." he began to whisper, his breath becoming shaky, "I allowed you to live, hmm ?"

They both stood in front of each other in silence for a second. JR-6025 let her helmet hit the floor and she took a step closer to General Hux. He tilted his head slightly as he continued looking at her. This might not have been the outcome he had expected, but now he was intrigued. He kept looking into her eyes as his grip on her jaw loosened. She raised her own hand to his face and started tracing his features. He was taken aback by the unexpected action. He grabbed her hand and pulled it away.

"What are you attempting to do, trooper ?" There was no hint of cruelty or malice in his voice. The rage had disappeared too. He had a look of confusion and curiosity in his eyes.

She tilted her head to look at him.

"…The face you portray is terrible and terrifying but…I would like to touch it anyway. To feel it. You forced me to show you my face…Allow me to see yours."

Her words intrigued him. No one had ever had the bold and daring notion to touch his face. No one had ever requested to feel his face.

"Why would you want to touch my face ? You believe you have the right to do so simply because I forced you to reveal yours ?" He asked and was taken aback when she next replied unashamedly:

"Yes."

He paused for a moment, surprised by her answer. He was now more than sure that he no longer had control over the situation. But for some reason this intrigued him.

"Do you realize that I would never lower myself enough to let you touch my face ?" He tried to insult her, but she didn’t seem bothered. She only sighed.

"If that is what you want…Of course. My apologies, sir." She lowered her hand back down. But there was something in her tone, and in her look that surprised him. There was genuine disappointment there.

"You truly want to touch my face ?" General Hux paused for a moment—thinking. He then took a step forward and got very close to her. His face was now just a few inches away from hers.

"Yes." She replied confidently. He let out a low chuckle at her sincerity. He reached out his hand to her cheek. He touched her face. His fingers now traced along her jawline, and his thumb brushed against the side of her soft cheek. There was nothing cruel in his touch. It was gentle and slow.

She did the same—but stopped just as her fingertips were about to touch his cheekbone.

She didn’t touch him. She simply traced the features of his face in the air. She looked at him and as her own face was being touched by his cold hand, she looked at his features and found no softness there. She looked at his red hair, his icy blue eyes, his straight nose and sharp features. He seemed to have been carved in marble…He was truly beautiful, which was even more terrifying to her.

"Your beauty is wasted on a stormtrooper, you know." It was the first time he had ever given such a genuine compliment. His gaze was still intense but it seemed to be filled with a slight admiration for her beauty, as it was indeed quite unique.

"Yours is carved in pain." She shot back and he let out a low chuckle of bitter amusement. The admiration in his gaze was replaced by something more intense.

"Yes…carved in pain, and forged in hatred and cruelty." He confessed. His tone was now even quieter and darker. With his words he was showing her the truth behind that cruel and menacing exterior. The truth of his existence.

"…Such a shame." Her eyes softened slightly. "One could have learned to love such a face…"

Her words disturbed him. There was a painful truth to them. In another life, where he wasn’t broken, destroyed, and forged in hatred and cruelty, he perhaps could have actually been a kind person deserving of love. But, that wasn’t the case. Instead, he was a man devoid of any mercy or kindness.

And that was their harsh reality.

"It is a truly beautiful face." She repeated but, there was sadness in her eyes. The cruelty in his eyes was replaced for a brief moment by a strange mixture of bitterness and sadness. His eyes were now locked onto hers. That coldness that was always there was gone for a moment.

For a moment, the cruelty and the darkness in him was gone. In front of her, he was showing another side of him. He was showing emotions. He was showing...himself. His true face.

She wondered why. Why was he showing it to her ? Was it because of her loyalty to him ? Was it because of her devotion to him ? Or was it for some other reason ?

His fingers continued tracing her features as her words seemed to shake him to his very core. How dared that weak stormtrooper get a glimpse at the man underneath the First Order ?

"I think that if it had belonged to any other man, someone would have cherished this face." She said before reluctantly taking a step back. "But, I guess not in this life."

His smile had disappeared.

His features had hardened once more.

And yet, there was something in his eyes that spoke...His grip had now once again tightened on her jaw.

"No," he whispered, "in this life, I have been chosen to cause nothing but misery and destruction."

She offered him a sad smile.

"…Such a beautiful face regardless. Such a shame. Such a waste."

He had a face worthy of someone kind and gentle. But this life had been stripped from him. The words of a random stormtrooper should have no effect on him whatsoever—and yet…

"Get out, stormtrooper…" His tone was now stern and cold. "I will send you the coordinates and time for you to infiltrate the Resistance at a later date."

"Yes, sir." She agreed and picked up her helmet again and put it back on her head.

"Wait." he spoke quietly, almost in a whisper.

"Come back here."

She stopped and looked back at him.

"Sir ?"

"Come back here." he repeated.

His tone was now no longer cold, but low. It sounding close to pleading. His hand went up to her helmet and he took it off her head, letting it fall to the ground again. His hands reached for her face and his fingers ran once again over her chin, and her cheeks.

And this time, he did not ask. He took.

His hands firmly grasped her jaw.

His head leant forward, and his lips finally met with hers. Her eyes widened in shock at the unexpected sensation and she remained unresponsive at first, before she slowly lifted her hand to the back of his neck and pulled him closer. His lips continued to press against hers—firmly and passionately.

She felt his grip tighten.

And her breath quickened with each heartbeat.

His breath was hot, his kiss hard, almost forceful.

Yet...she did not pull away.

Her fingers ran in his hair and she grabbed a handful to pull him closer and return the kiss with the same frustration and passion. They shared a moment of madness as JR-6025 lost her reason and perception of right. She forgot about who she was kissing. She forgot who she was. She forgot herself and decided to just give in—for once.

General Hux was taken by surprise. He had expected her to pull away instantly, not to press herself against him even more. His grip around her jaw also became tighter as she pulled herself closer. He felt his anger and frustration melting away as her fingers ran through his hair and her hands grabbed a handful, like she was trying to take hold of him.

After a few seconds, he pulled away.

She was breathless and panting heavily as she looked up at him through glassy eyes. She didn’t know what had happened. She didn’t know why she had returned the kiss and shared this urge that didn’t make any sense. He had treated her like a nothing…stripped her of all dignity and respect. And yet…here she was.

He was breathing heavily as well, his chest rising and falling rapidly. She was supposed to be nothing—a nobody. A stormtrooper.

He was supposed to be in charge, in control.

This was not supposed to happen.

He looked at her, not sure what to say now.

He could not let his feelings show. Not to a stormtrooper. Not to anyone.

But his emotions were growing so intense...He didn’t know what to make of them.

He forced himself back to reality.

His grip on her jaw tightened again in an attempt to cover his feelings.

He cleared his throat.

"This did not happen," he said, his voice cold. "Understand ?"

She remained silent and kept staring at him before nodding in agreement…until a knock was heard at the door. JR-6025 quickly put her helmet back on and as soon as the door opened—she walked out. She didn’t even glance back at General Hux or tried to look at who had interrupted them. She just knew she had to go.

Once gone, Captain Phasma entered and looked at General Hux knowingly. He didn’t need to be a Force user to know what was going on through her head…

"What is it, Captain Phasma ?"

Captain Phasma informed General Hux of Kylo Ren’s plan to find the second part of the map leading to Skywalker and General Hux sighed. That fool…would be the death of him.

Once he had dismissed Captain Phasma, General Hux returned to work, but his thoughts would return to JR-6025. He had not intended for any of this to happen. And yet, now his emotions were out of control. His grip on her had become too tight, his kiss too aggressive. But she had not pulled away. Not once.

He was supposed to be in charge, in control. But she had managed to take that power over him. She was the one who now had him wanting and needing more. He was the one who had become weak…for a stormtrooper.

What a disaster…

[mrsoharaa]

Cult leader! Suguru x cautious ex lover (reader me lol jk…kinda) 🖤😮‍💨🫶🏼

[twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat]

https://www.tumblr.com/twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat/756442794291347456/thinking-about-my-little-curse-userreader-again?source=share

I’m really looking forward to this one! And the fact that you’re considering making it a series? That’s even better news for us! I can’t wait to read a series written by you. The synopsis for this series sounds absolutely awesome!

🥺🥺🥺 AAAA THANK YOU ANON!!!!! it was always meant to be a series hehe, but recently i’ve been wondering if maybe a suuuuuper long oneshot would be better….. just to make things easier for my brain, y’know? but i really would like it to be a series….. we’ll see!!!! it’ll be my longest fic by far either way <3333 it means the world to me, so i’m so happy you’re excited for it 🥹🥹

the outline isn’t even close to being finished, but i did dig up a little snippet for you as a teaser :3 i think this fic is a good mix of angst and hurt/comfort….. it’s really healing just to think of.

some nights, suguru dreams of a child. a child with a cute smile, bright eyes, soft hands. a child catching up to him in small, quick strides, like a baby duckling — grabbing hold of his hand. a child waking up from a nightmare, with no one to turn to. a child with a scar from their shoulder to their abdomen. a child, alone. entirely alone. (because their boyfriend is away on a mission.) on nights like these, he wakes up crying; suffocated by a gaping pit inside his chest. nanako and mimiko have learned not to ask him about it.

[fightaers]

i just read a TERRIBLE sakura slander i have to actually sit down oh my god

[metamercury]

Once I'm finally done writing this fic, which is taking forever because I'm very tired, I'm going to go and rewatch tfa because i have been FEELING IT

And then it's all over for you guys. Or something.

[oh-katsuki]

what if i started three new wips. all for different characters with vastly different concepts. what then? what if i did that.

[deathshallbethelastenemy]

girl i need fourth part, its so good, i love soulmate aus so much😭😭🙏🙏

(also imagine in the far far future, when gojo gets sealed, reader being terrified for him but she cant do anything to help him because she is a non-sorcerer, so she can only close her eyes and watch whats happening,,,,😀 )

That's far too sad 😭 I don't think I'd be able to write it. Besides I'm still trying to decide whether or not it'll follow canon events like do I really wanna write the aftermath of the KFC break up scene??? That's already making me sad to think about, but right now there's basically two different part 4s. A very sweet one and a very sad one that starts with a time jump from where the last one ended to geto and gojo at KFC.