#general hux / reader

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“Too Young.”

Kylo Ren x Reader

In this story when appointed Supreme Leader, Kylo is in his early 30's. There is no use of y/n, readers name just isn’t mentioned, use of biologically female anatomical features.

Warnings: age gap (10yrs?) possesive and obsessive Kylo, half smut, toxic maybe?

NOT PROOFREAD

Being so young you felt like you always had to prove yourself, if somebody assigned you a task you would complete it a hundred times better than what was originally asked of you. But even with your outstanding efforts on the Finalizer, you were still looked down upon by your superiors. Yes your endeavors were excellent and nobody could complain about the work that you delivered but even then people would still call you, too young.

It hurt the first few times... oh but who were you kidding? It hurt every single time that it slipped from someones tongue, especially his. Kylo Ren, the recently appointed new Supreme Leader of the First Order. He was captivating, with and without helmet, you had only seen his face about two times in your years of working on the Finalizer but the image could never leave your mind, he was absolutely spellbinding. His beauty went beyond what you had expected, piercing brown eyes, dark hair that fell almost too perfectly around his face, a scar starting under his eye and disappearing into his clothes, a beautifully pale complexion and that nose, that might have been your favorite part of him, his big and prominent nose. His charm, however, was not limited to his face for you, he was huge, he was tall and everything seemed to be in proportion, his hands were huge, his arms were huge, his legs, anything and everything. He always towered right over you, when he was behind you he acted almost like a wall. He had never explicitly said it but whenever your mind wandered from a task to just how big his hands or gorgeous his eyes were, you could hear a voice in your head, a small whisper that you swore sounded just like him, ''You're too young.'' It said, rejecting your thoughts about your Supreme Leader.

But despite these comments entering your mind whenever your thoughts drove off to him, you were unsure of how genuine they were, whenever you were off to handle tasks you could always feel a presence lurking right behind you, and when you turned your head you could find him, standing in the same hallway, observing you but quickly walking away when you caught his stare. What you did not know is that you were right, the voice in your head was his, reminding you that you were too young, too young for him, It was not as much for you as it was for him. He could not get you off his mind, he tried day and night to stop thinking about you, your beauty was even more captivating to him as his was to you, but you were simply too young, you had only recently turned twenty two years old and he was well in his mid-thirties, he in no way wanted to corrupt your still innocent and free soul with his corrupt and troubled one, if anything he wanted to preserve what you had, you could not belong to him, he could not do that to you, but you could not belong to anybody else either.

For this reason whenever you would interact with any man on the ship, they would suddenly need to report to the Supreme Leader or he would suddenly appear behind you two, telling you both you need to get back to your tasks. You had begun talking to one of the First Order officers you later learned was named Lin. Lin was a kind man that often helped with your tasks even though you insisted you could perform them fine on your own, which was true, and he knew that, nonetheless he just wanted an excuse to spend his time with and around you. Kylo noticed this, and he did not like it, at all, no matter how much he called Lin to him, told you to go back to work or intervened in any way, he always came back. Kylo could not stand it, Lin might not have been a bad influence per se but Kylo could not risk it, he had to preserve your pristineness, your innocence, and to do that, he had step up his game. Kylo called Lin into the conference room and it did not take long for him to enter. ''Supreme Leader, sir, I am here, what do you need me for?'' Lin was panting as he walked up to Kylo, beads of sweat running down his face indicating he ran there as soon as Kylo called him. ''Hello, Lin,'' Kylo started talking, his voice distorted by his helmet, ''I have called you here because we need to have a talk.'' He stated, turning his body to Lin and stepping closer to him, Lin could feel Kylo's eyes piercing through his skull even with the helmet on. ''W-Well, what do we need to talk about, Supreme Leader?'' Lin was afraid, he knew what Kylo was capable of, he was a man with no mercy for anybody he deemed his enemy. ''I can sense your fear,'' snickered Kylo. ''You are weak Lin, I hope you are aware of that, but that is not the point, what I want to talk to you about is the girl.'' Lin raised his eyebrows in confusion. ''Do you mean-'' He started before being interrupted by Kylo. ''Yes, her, you are going to stop talking to her, you understand?'' Kylo stated, Lin's confusion rose. ''But Supreme Leader, sir, why?'' He questioned Kylo, Kylo stepped towards him, minimizing the distance between them every step he took and Lin did not dare step back, Kylo took one of his gloved hands and roughly grabbed Lin's face so hard he almost broke his jaw. ''Because I say so, and what I say, goes, you understand?'' Lin sputtered as tears formed in the corners of his eyes, he tried nodding but Kylo's tight grip would not let him. ''Yes s-sir.'' Lin barely got the words out but when they left his lips Kylo let go of him, ''now scram, you fool.'' Lin had already ran before Kylo could complete his sentence.

The following day when you were up to some of your daily tasks you passed by Lin in one of the halls, you waved your hand at him and were about to walk up to him to strike up a conversation, but as soon as he saw you, his eyes widened and he quickly walked off. You felt as if he was avoiding you, but you could not understand why, until you took a look behind you to find your Supreme Leader standing in the dark, watching you. He had been up to something and you knew it. You wanted nothing but to confirm your suspicions, but what were you going to do? You could not possibly risk offending Kylo, you would lose everything you had worked oh so hard for to build up these past few years, however your curiousity was eating you alive and you simply could not take it anymore. It was the late afternoon when you stormed into the conference room you knew Kylo Ren would be at, and luckily for you he was there alone. ''Ah hello, what a surprise to see you here!'' Kylo exclaimed when he saw you enter through the big, steel doors. ''What is it you come to me fo-'' you cut Kylo off before he can finish his sentence, your eyes trying their best to pierce through his helmet as you stand maybe... a little too close to him. ''What have you been up to?'' You question him, trying to contain your anger. ''What are you talking about?'' Kylo countered your question with his own, stepping closer to further limit the distance between you two. As his body comes closer to yours you almost forget what you came to him for in the first place, your fiery eyes go from his helmet to his chest, arms, hands, you take in his body, the size, the greatness, then you hear a low chuckle coming from Kylo's helmet. Your eyes shoot back up at him, ''I am talking about Lin, and basically any other man that I have ever come in contact with, they all suddenly get called away or distracted by something and you are always around when that happens, and Lin, we talked every single day and suddenly one day he starts avoiding me like the plague!'' You exclaimed in a tone you maybe should not have used, you realized your words and your throat felt closed up, you heartbeat increased rapidly and you hoped you were not visibly sweating. ''What exactly are you accusing me of.'' He lowered his head to to yours, the glass in the helmet showing you your own nervous and trembling reflection. ''N-nothing sir, I-I am sorry, sir..'' Your voice was shaking and you swore he just chuckled again, you could slightly make out the shape of his eyes behind the glass of his helmet. He stepped away from you raising his head back up. ''You are not wrong, you know? Maybe I scared some of them off a little.'' He shrugged, his back was turned to you as he walked to the other side of the room, you quickly followed. ''Wait what? excuse me sir but why would you do that?'' he came to a sudden halt and you almost crashed into his back, he spun back around. ''Because they were not worthy.'' You felt, flattered? Somehow? But angry at the same time, you were angry at him for turning away your chances at any type of relationship with anybody on the ship, but you were also flattered that Kylo Ren, Supreme Leader Kylo Ren, was this invested in you, that he cared about you this much. ''Then who is worthy?'' You asked him, he sighed all he wanted to tell you was that it was him, he was worthy, he wanted you, he wanted to tell you he heard all your thoughts about him, every single one and that all he wanted to do was fulfill them, but you were just... too young. ''Sir?'' You placed your hand on his arm and he quickly shook his arm to get your hand off. ''No, do not touch me.'' He shook his head taking a step back from you. ''But why, sir?'' The way the word 'sir' rolled so smoothly off your tongue drove him crazy, he wanted nothing more than to have you, to kiss you, to touch you. ''I know how you have been thinking about me, your thoughts, they are so loud, so loud, but I am sorry, I cannot answer to them, you are too young.''

It stung, like a knife to the heart it stung, Supreme Leader Kylo Ren, the man you had been lusting over for so long, he confirmed it, you were too young, but you were determined, now that you knew how he thought about you, you needed it, you needed him. ''I know im young, sir, but my mind is well beyond my years.'' You tried to persuade him, he turned his back to you and right when you thought you were being rejected, you heard a low hissing sound, his hand went up to his head, they grabbed his helmet and slowly raised it from his head. You saw his dark hair falling out from the helmet he then placed next to him on the conference table. He slowly turned around and you were met with his dark brown eyes, those piercing eyes, they looked down at you as he stepped closer, It was like you remembered, the eyes, the hair, the nose, the lips and the long scar, all you could think about was where it ended. A low chuckle emitted from his full, plush lips ''Your thoughts are so loud.'' He stepped closer to you, his gloved hand reached up to your face, caressing you cheek with the rough leather. ''But I cannot, I cannot corrupt your pure soul.'' You placed your hand on top of his, feeling just how big it was. ''You could not corrupt me even if you tried.'' You smirked at him, your confidence was radiating, you had this opportunity now and there was no way you were going to let it slip. Kylo's eyes went wide, he was shocked at your sudden confident attitude, his lips formed into a smirk and he grabbed your face with the hand resting on your cheek, he pulled your face towards his own and without a second thought he crashed his lips onto yours, you were soon to kiss him back and before you knew it you were half-sitting half-laying down on the conference room's table with Kylo between your legs hungrily kissing your lips.

''Your thoughts, your desires, your fantasies.'' He said inbetween kisses. ''I want to fulfill them all.'' He bit at your lip before moving his kisses down to your jawline and from your jawline to your neck, biting, sucking, licking, doing whatever he pleased. 'He continued speaking dirty words and sweet praise inbetween licks and bites, the only noises coming from you being whimpers and moans. ''You sound.. so sweet.'' He commented before pulling away from your neck causing you to whimper, he grabbed the bottom of your shirt lifting it up over your head, he stuck out a hand and an invisible pair of hands unclasped and removed your bra, an interesting use of the force for sure. H e took in the image of your naked boobs, still trying to process that this was really happening. He slowly extended his hand to one of your boobs, massaging it, looking up at you for any confirmation, you gave him a nod and he attached his lips to your nipple, sucking and licking at whilst massaging the other one, you tried to keep quiet not knowing if the room was any form of soundproof. Kylo pulled away from your nipple and was on his way to your pants before a swift sound came from behind you, you turned your head and saw the big doors had opened and General Hux stood in the doorway, he quickly turned to look away and you picked up your clothes and got dressed almost in an instant. Kylo did not seem to be affected by the situation at all simply stating ''we will continue our meeting later, I think General Hux needs me.'' He looked down at you giving you a wink, your cheeks heated up and you quickly scurried off past General Hux desperately trying to avoid eyecontact.

You could not wait for later.

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Blinded By Feelings

Armitage Hux, Cal Kestis, Poe Dameron, Din Djarin, Anakin Skywalker

They have feelings for you their enemy

Armitage Hux

He hated you even through he's never met you, he loathed your very being and it only increased when he met you, you were another general that to fought to be the best.

And when you two were together in a meeting or just in passing in the corridors you two would bicker like children over plans or random things that was annoying one of you that day.

He would only realize his feelings when a storm trooper would ask him but he would tell them to shut up and threaten them saying he would throw him into space if he ever spoke something so ridiculous again, but it would cloud his mind days after that.

He would feel disgusted by himself and avoid you by all cost but his efforts went to waste when you come back injured from a mission and he would make it his personal mission to take you to the med bay and scold you at the same time.

"You are stupid as the rebellion if you think you would not get scolded for your actions you could've gotten yourself killed next time at least tell me first so I can get you better storm troopers"

Cal Kestis

You joined the crew way before he did and had a stronger bond with greez and cere he was kinda jealous it wasn't much of a hatred thing he just found you kinda annoying to be around and would avoid being with you.

Every time you tried talking to him he would ignore you or when you saved him countless times he would just give you a forced thank you but nothing more.

The thing that made him notice is that you would start showing up in his dreams more or when he meditates, he'd find it annoying at first but he'd start thinking about you more and more.

He'd start listening and paying more attention to you which not only freaked you out but the other crew members to, during one of the missions he'd actually listen to your ideas instead of shutting you up.

"You have some really good ideas I should've started listening to you sooner, I'm sorry about that by the way I guess I was just jealous of you"

Poe Dameron

You were the rebellions best mechanic and the person that would work on his x-wing without his consent he'd hate it even though it needed to be done, he hates it more when you'd leave sticky notes telling him about the up grades you've done to his ship.

He would complain to Leia about you but she'd just laugh and tell him off because your just doing your job so then he'd come complain directly to you but you'd just ignore him continuing on his next up grade.

He'd have a few people tell him that he probably has a crush on you because of him talking about you so much but what really makes him realize is when he sees you talking to others guys and the jealousy he feels.

When returning from one of his missions his x-wing battered and needing repairs he'd actually come straight to you to ask you to repair it for him.

"I know I found it annoying but I've come to realize your up grades are kinda.... helpful after saving me a few times so what I'm trying to say is I'd like you to continue working on my ship"

Din Djarin

Your were an assassin, killing off the high end people most bounty hunters were afraid to kill, you've also killed a few of his bountys making him pissed.

He's only ever layed eyes on you a few times in crowed bars or a desolate street he doesn't really care about knowing you because why would he get to know his enemy a thief.

He'd only start looking out for you more when you saved him from an ambush you shot his captures in the head and threw him a gun before disappearing again.

He'd be against the idea of ever actually falling for you because of his past experiences but after some more encounters with you he'd would stop you before you vanish again.

"You can reject this offer but I'm still putting it out there, I want you to join me us, it would be alot easier we work together then you stealing my bountys so what do you say"

Anakin Skywalker

You are master windus padowan and the person he's always compared to why can't you be like yn why can't you take after her, it was something he heard almost everyday which makes him hate you.

He hates how kind you are even through his hateful words he spits your way or when you'd sometimes take the fall for one of his stupid plans he never even thanks you.

He like hux only got the realization when you got hurt, you'd taken a hit that was ment for him, the panic he felt as he watched you fall made him snap and kill whoever did it.

He'd spend day and night by your bedside in the medbay pacing back and forth as he tried thinking about his feelings, they'd only calm down when he sees you awake.

"Don't do that ever again do you hear me, you don't deserve to be here especially because of me I should be in this bed instead of you, do you know what you put me through I thought I lost you"

[starlightsearches]

Hi Star! Huge congratulations on your 2k milestone - it is so well deserved!!

Could I possibly get "Let's Hear it for the Boy" with our beloved ginger general?

Thank you so much and congrats again!!

Drunk / In Love

Track 3: Let's Hear It for the Boy by Deniece Williams - Give me a character and I'll write a short blurb or headcanons on how they would want you to show them that you love them. 

General Hux x F! Reader / 📼 ✨ mixtape milestone ✨ 📼

Thanks for the request, my love! Sorry it took me so long!

The idiots from these two stories are back again. Sorry I'm obsessed with them (I'm not sorry at all). Warnings for some minor sexual content and weird consent issues!

Phasma said you were drunk.

What she failed to mention was how—how drunk you were, or how you ended up that way. It was only supposed to be a friendly dinner when Hux first suggested it (and didn't stop suggesting it until Phasma finally gave in).

He thought if you made connections here—even just one—that it might make you more comfortable being with him on this ship, and so far from anything familiar.

Although this might be too familiar.

He reaches the door to Phasma's quarters and they glide open automatically, programmed to recognize his approach. He sees Phasma seated at the table, out of uniform, a smirk playing on her wine-stained mouth.

Armitage is not prepared for the dark flash in his peripherals, or the arms around his neck.

Your embrace frightens him, and that alone is enough to leave him feeling hot, stomach swimming, even when he recognizes your touch on instinct. It has him weak at the knees, just this, has his heart in his throat as all the alarm and panic well up inside him, threatening to spill out.

Then your lips meet his. 

There's been a handful of almost-affectionate moments shared between you. The brush of your hand as you wished him goodbye one morning. A kiss on the cheek that missed its target, landing at the edge of his lips.

But nothing like this.

Hux can feel your mouth shift against his, lips turning up at the corners, and the little laugh that passes through them—maybe at the way his hands hang limply at his sides, or the crop of perspiration blooming at his collar from the warmth of your skin, the smell of you. He can't make himself kiss you back, although he wants to.

He really, really wants to.

There's no malice in your eyes when you pull away—Armitage doesn't think you're capable of malice. You smile at him sweetly, taking his hands in both of yours.

"I missed you," you tell him, each word bleeding into the next, eyes half-lidded and hazy from whatever you'd been drinking, "did you miss me?"

"I- uh, yes," he answers—unavoidably honest—his eyes flitting towards Phasma, who's so pleased with herself it practically drips from her, hanging heavier on her shoulders than the armour she usually wears.

A hot anger floods through his stomach, spiked with acrid shame. He doesn’t need any witnesses to his inept attempts at marriage.

Your smile widens, every facet of you bursting with delight knowing that he’s missed you in the hours since you last spoke his name, and then he’s back in your embrace, the sound of sweet laughter in his ear. 

He reaches out for something to brace himself on, and finds nothing. It takes everything in him to keep standing. 

Armitage peels your arms from around his neck, putting a desperate inch of distance between himself and the press of your body. 

"Why don't we let the captain get some rest?" he asks.

Your enthusiasm at the suggestion turns his stomach into knots.

He's able to usher you through the empty halls at a speed just short of a jog, one hand at your waist to keep you from stumbling, and the other wrapped firmly around your wrist to stop any further attempts at touching him.

And, though he can’t puzzle it out just yet—with the warmth of you still against him—he knows something is wrong with you. Something that wine alone could not bring on.

Armitage knows you don’t want him. Not like this. 

Yet you practically drag him through the doors of your quarters, mouth planted against his before the mechanical lock whirs into place. 

All the desire in him makes him sick—feverish and weak. His body shudders against yours, nerves trying to break through skin at the gentleness of your touch.

“Armitage,” you whine, pouty in a way he’s never heard before—always so polite and obliging when you’re sober, “kiss me back.”

He couldn’t refuse you, even if he wanted to, even though he knows it would be better for both of you—knows the way this memory will torture him endlessly, until the moment he dies. Maybe long after that. 

But still, he cups your face in shaking hands, and presses his uncertain lips to yours.

And it’s nothing like all the times he’s thought about this—about taking you, feeling the warmth of your breath mingling with his own, pulling you tight against him with his arm at your waist and kissing, kissing, kissing you, until he tires of the feeling, until he rids himself of all his hideous need to be loved and to be wanted. 

It’s nothing like he imagined because he’s terrified. Because he can’t manage to move the ways he wants to, tripping over his feet when you stumble deeper into his chambers. Because his stomach roils at the feel of your tongue against his stubbornly closed mouth, and his arms shake with the need to move, but his hands stay where he placed them, holding hard enough to bruise, pulling you closer with enough force that part of him wonders if he’s hurting you. 

And still, your mouth on his, your wandering, eager hands. 

The room spins; Armitage’s reason leaves him when his feet lift from the floor, your body underneath him, and below that the cushion of his bed molding you together.

Still kissing. Still you. Your hand, guiding his down the thrumming pulse of your neck, lower. Lower.

Armitage is on the other side of the bed before the thought of how wrong what he has done truly registers, his feet planted and one hand pushing back the fallen strands of his hair.

 “Armitage?”

He curses the day you learned his name, curses the ill, vile part of him that wants to go back. 

He clears his throat and finds it doesn’t steady him at all. 

“You- you should get some rest, I think.”

Your movements are clumsy as you crawl to him on your knees, fighting against the thick bedspread and the fabric of your skirt. There’s a little huff on your lips when you reach him, eyes big and wide and brimming with glistening tears. 

“Why don’t you want me?” you whisper, and tears well up to their breaking point, slipping down your cheeks.

Fuck. He wants to touch you, and knows it’s a terrible idea, palms aching beneath the leather he wears and hates—now more than ever when it keeps him from you. His hand reaches out against his will, hovering just out of reach of your skin and the tears he can’t manage to wipe away because, once again, he is the cause of all your suffering. 

 “You’re- you’re drunk, darling. You’ll feel better if you just-”

“No,” you tell him, pushing his hand away with your own, “why don’t you want me ever?”

Oh, gods. Armitage recoils like you’ve slapped him, the sting of those words and what they mean destroying everything—every moment he’s agonized over since he first saw you and knew you had to be his. 

“You . . . you can’t possibly believe that.” 

You nod your head, fists curled at your sides petulantly, and your stubbornness would make him laugh, if it weren’t so sad.

“I do,” he whispers, then swallows, reaching for your hand. You let him take it. It gives him something to look at, watching your elegant fingers intertwine with his. “I do, but I—”

How much of this will you remember? Even now, the idea of revealing this soft, vulnerable part of him strikes fear into his very core, has him wishing he could run, wishing he could escape the way your eyes flay him wide open.

Your hand against his chest, he can feel his own heartbeat meet the shapes of your fingertips, molding to you. Armitage meets your gaze, and as frightening as it is, there’s no part of him that could deny how deeply he craves it.

“Please forgive me,” he stutters, and there aren't words for him to explain everything he needs to, just the truth. “I am—oh, gods—I am a ruinous man.” 

He watches you, the muscles working in your jaw, the way your brows pull together, examining him, weighing the assessment of himself that he’s offered to you. 

“No,” you tell him, “no you’re not.”

He thinks you might kiss him again, as close as you are. Close enough for him to count each of your lashes, map the constellations you’ve hidden in your eyes. 

You drop to the mattress instead, and the look you give him has him holding back a laugh, the mix of stubbornness and grudging deference that has Armitage wondering how hard it’s been for you to play at obedience in your union.

“You should change,” he tells you, just resting on the edge of the bed, “you’ll be more comfortable.”

It’s easier to talk to you when you’re like this. It has Armitage feeling like he’s the one intoxicated, and he is, in a way. Because what if this is your most honest self? 

He didn’t think you could make him love you any deeper, but you’ve managed. 

“Don’t care,” you mumble into the pillows, trying to brush him away with a waving hand. He takes it in his own.

“You’ll ruin your dress.” 

There’s a look of intense focus on your face, and he wonders if you’ll refuse again. Maybe you don’t care about the dress either, although Armitage would be disappointed. It’s one of his favorites from your incredibly extensive wardrobe—a beautiful black and cream confection that always catches his eye.

But you shift instead, turning to look up at him. “Kiss me.”

Stars, not again. Not now, when the weakest parts of him are so palpable. “I- I don’t-”

You flop into a sitting position, hold a single finger up between your faces.

“One kiss,” you concede, “okay?”

He nods, despite himself. You wait patiently for his approach, still and hardly breathing through your parted lips as he slides closer. Armitage keeps his eyes open, and so do you, heavy as they are, watching the distance between your faces fade into nothing.

It’s not like the other times he’s kissed you, although all but one had happened only a few moments ago. You let him set the pace, his lips just barely brushing your own, a sigh bubbling up from deep inside his lungs. He can only offer a little more pressure before he’s lightheaded again, little bursts of light dancing across his vision.

He pulls back from what could hardly be called a kiss, and waits for your disappointment, for your insistence that he try again, that there must be something more, or better, that he’s kept from you. 

Armitage doesn’t want you to know that there’s nothing else to hope for. 

You don’t say a word about it though. Just flop your arms out in front of you, waiting, satisfied in your demands.

“Help me.”

And it passes like that, with more bribes in the form of barely-there presses of his lips to yours—a kiss for you to raise your arms as he slips something soft and oversized over your head, a kiss for you to clumsily remove the dress from underneath. A kiss to get you to leave him for a moment while he changed into his own night clothes after you’d begged and begged for him to spend the night beside you, and a kiss upon his return.

It feels like a lifetime of kisses to Armitage. He doesn’t know what that number would be for anyone else, but you’ve certainly exceeded it for him. He could die in his sleep tonight and have more than he ever deserved. 

And now you’re curled up beside him a hand at his waist, your head on his chest. Armitage breathes, but only barely, hoping he won’t wake you. 

The tension drains from him, his body the closest it’s been to relaxed in ages. He wonders if he should ask Phasma to invite you to dinner again.

He hopes the next time he kisses you, you'll be sober enough to remember it.

[mypoisonedvine]

𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐞𝐚𝐤𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬 || general armitage hux x reader series

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 || you didn't care for the arrogant General from the moment he set foot on your planet, but the only way to protect it was to agree to a political marriage. the last thing you ever imagined was becoming a military leader's wife, but that may prove to be only the first of many surprises that come with being married to Armitage Hux.

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 || eventual smut (18+), enemies to lovers, arranged marriage, angst, age gap, religious themes, totally canon divergent

"I was born on Arkanis, if you must know."

"Did your friends back on Arkanis call you Armie?  Or Huxie?  Ooh, wait!  They called you Mitch, right?" you grinned.

He had that tense frown on again, that one that really brought out the weasel-like quality of his features. 

"Oh," you sighed a bit, "you didn't have friends, did you?"

𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞...

[kaminokatie]

Armitage Hux Dating Headcannons

Synopsis - General Armitage Hux dating headcannons.

Warnings - SFW/NSFW.

Word Count -

[Caffeinate Me]

SFW:

: ̗̀➛ At first, Armitage Hux was weary of you… Scared almost. After all, you were the sister of Kylo Ren. You shared many similarities with your brother, was bad temperament one of them? 

: ̗̀➛ Despite this, you consistently tried to show him that you weren’t a threat to him or his rank in the First Order. Alas, Armitage always kept a close eye on you from a distance. 

: ̗̀➛ One day, your brother and Armitage were engaged in a heated argument, one that had ended in Kylo force choking the ginger general, leading him to hang a few feet off the ground and pawing desperately at his throat. 

: ̗̀➛ Upon seeing the commotion from across the room, you quickly ran to Hux’s aid, pushing your brothers hand away and causing him to lose concentration. Hux fell from his spot in the air and onto his knees, quickly looking between you and Kylo Ren. 

: ̗̀➛ Unimpressed with your stunt, your brother stormed off in a huff leaving you alone with Hux who quickly averted his gaze from your form. 

: ̗̀➛ “You helped me?” He said, he questioned. His voice was full of surprise.

: ̗̀➛ “Why wouldn’t I?” You asked, holding your hand out to help him to his feet. 

: ̗̀➛ “I never thought you would go against your brother like that,” was all he said in response before taking your hand and standing to his feet. 

: ̗̀➛ When his hand touched yours, he felt an instant connection. One he never thought he’d feel from anybody. It shocked him so much, he immediately let go of your hand. You frowned at him but didn’t press the matter. 

: ̗̀➛ From that day, Armitage Hux felt differently about you. He couldn’t deny that when you thought about the day you had saved him from your brother's rage, his heartbeat quickened. Your answer to his question of why you had saved him had sent his head into a spiral; why had you saved him? 

: ̗̀➛ Armitage Hux kept a closer eye on you from across the bridge. Watching as you worked with your colleagues, the red lightsaber on your hilt seemingly unused since he had met you. 

: ̗̀➛ It was a few days after and you had decided to approach Hux. 

: ̗̀➛ “How are you feeling?” You asked him, hand reaching out to touch his shoulder comfortingly.

: ̗̀➛ He tensed up at your reaction and moved away, clearing his throat. “Better.”

: ̗̀➛ You were confused but didn’t press the matter, just giving him a quick smile before returning to your post. 

: ̗̀➛ Armitage Hux found himself falling for you quickly after your limited interactions. His heart continued to beat faster when you were near and he found himself watching you more and more on the bridge. 

: ̗̀➛ He felt an unpleasant feeling in his stomach when he saw you talking to male co-workers, one he knew was jealousy. He wasn’t sure how to quell his jealousy however. 

: ̗̀➛ He still kept his distance from you for a while longer. 

: ̗̀➛ “You’ve been acting weird,” you say to Hux one day. 

: ̗̀➛ He looks around to see the two of you were alone. He stammers his words out, throat dry from nerves. “I am?” 

: ̗̀➛ “You are,” you say bluntly. “Why?” 

: ̗̀➛ Hux shakes his head. “I don’t know.” 

: ̗̀➛ You raise your arm to use the force and Hux flinches, thinking he’s about to get force choked when suddenly, he feels you in his mind. You're rifling through all his personal thoughts, and you see yourself. When you’re finished probing his mind, you drop your arm and looked at him in bewilderment. 

: ̗̀➛ “You like me?” You asked, stunned. 

: ̗̀➛ Hux stayed silent as you circled him, confusion evident in your eyes. 

: ̗̀➛ “You like me?” You repeated. 

: ̗̀➛ Hux still remained silent, but nodded his head. You grinned and stopped circling him once you reached his front. 

: ̗̀➛ “I like you too, General,” you smirked. 

: ̗̀➛ There was an unspoken romantic relationship between the two of you from that day on. It wasn’t awkward or uncomfortable. It was… Nice. 

: ̗̀➛ At first, nobody knew about your relationship. It was kept quiet. Hux would invite you to his quarters during the ‘night’ so the two of you could have some quality time together. You would sit and talk about the events of the day, discuss First Order plans and talk about yourself. 

: ̗̀➛ Hux loved to listen to you speak. Your voice was a comfort for him. He could listen to you talk all day about the most miniscule of things. 

: ̗̀➛ Always sent gifts to your quarters to let you know that he was thinking of you when he couldn’t be with you. 

: ̗̀➛ Would always admire you from across the bridge. Watching the way you interacted with your brother, calming him down when things got a little too heated.

: ̗̀➛ Your first kiss happened on a date night in his quarters. You were both laying on his bed watching a movie on his holopad when all of a sudden Hux grabbed your hand. You weren’t startled by his action, just confused. But he pulled you closer so you were hovering over him, staring into each other's eyes. 

: ̗̀➛ He searched your eyes for any signs of uncomfort before pressing his lips to yours softly in the most brain-melting kiss you had ever had. 

: ̗̀➛ Your brother is the first to find out. Probing Hux’s mind to find out why he has been acting so differently lately. In his mind, he sees the two of you getting hot and heavy in a make-out session. 

: ̗̀➛ Kylo see’s red. He automatically chokes Hux (once again) to get more information out of him. And yet again, you come to his aid. 

: ̗̀➛ “What is the meaning of this?” Kylo snaps as you help Hux off the ground. 

: ̗̀➛ “The meaning of what?” You snap back. Your brother holds his unlit lightsaber close, ready to ignite it at a moment's notice. 

: ̗̀➛ “You and him!” He says, venom dripping from his tongue.

: ̗̀➛ “I love him, Kylo,” you say back.

: ̗̀➛ Hux jaw drops. The two of you had never said you love each other before. So to hear you say it for the first time, and to your brother of all people, it made his heart soar.   

: ̗̀➛ “I love her too,” Hux whimpers, his throat hoarse and dry. 

: ̗̀➛ Once again, Kylo storms off in a huff. He can’t believe you and Hux are together. 

: ̗̀➛ Hux will propose to you very early on. He knows you’re the one for him and won’t let you slip away from him. Of course, you say yes. 

: ̗̀➛ Wedding plans are swift and relatively easy. Hux takes care of almost everything, giving you the perfect wedding you had always dreamt of. 

: ̗̀➛ People of the First Order are surprisingly happy for the two of you, offering their congratulations in the hallway and on the bridge as the two of you walk side-by-side.

NSFW: 

: ̗̀➛ Hux is a virgin, 100%. 

: ̗̀➛ Will be nervous about your first time, and will constantly be thinking about it. What if he messes up somehow? What if he hurts you by accident?

: ̗̀➛ You initiate the first time during a heavy make-out session. You kiss down his neck, undoing the shirt of his uniform as you trail your lips further down. When you reach the waistband of his trousers, Hux is breathing heavily. You look up to see his eyes are closed and his lips are parted ever so slightly. You undo his trousers and pull out his heavy cock, licking the tip and earning a shiver from the general above you. You give him a quick blowjob, it’s so quick you wonder if he was even satisfied but he was the one that pulled your head away with whines that he was gonna cum if you carried on. 

: ̗̀➛ Your first time was slow and sweet. You were on top, taking control and showing Hux what you liked and where you liked it. He listened to every word you said, ingraining it into his memory so that he would remember for next time. 

: ̗̀➛ He cums quick, but not too quick that you were unsatisfied.

: ̗̀➛ From that day on Hux will take you whenever he wants, wherever he wants. In the middle of a shift? Meet him in a supply closet. At night? Come to his room sweetheart, he’ll take care of you. 

: ̗̀➛ Has a fantasy about fucking you on the bridge. Maybe one day the two of you can make it happen. 

: ̗̀➛ Favourite position is doggy. He loves being able to see your arse bounce when he thrusts into you. There’s something about it that sends him absolutely feral. Especially when he paws at your tits and feels them bouncing from the force of his pounding. 

: ̗̀➛ He enjoys being dominant in the bedroom. He loves having power over you, telling you what to do etc etc. However, when you bring up the idea of you being in control for one night, he thinks about it. 

: ̗̀➛ At first, he was weary about being submissive, but after he realised he thoroughly enjoyed it. He loved letting you use him like a toy to get off however you wanted to get off. 

: ̗̀➛ Therefore he’s a switch. Sometimes he’s dominant and sometimes he’s submissive. 

: ̗̀➛ At the end of the day, Hux uses sex to show you how much he loves you. Always taking care of you afterwards and making sure that you’re happy and content.

[angelofthenight]

Rey: You’re so quiet and laidback, why go for Hux who’s so loud and fiery?

You: Someone gotta tell the waiter I ordered mashed potatoes and it ain’t gon be me

[tomatette]

Anyone want to join the Hux Discord server? I'll be perfectly honest, it probalby has a surplus of Kyluxers, but any Hux-related ship (or just Hux) is welcome.

If you're 18+, open-minded and would like to join us, either comment on this post, reblog it or send me a pm for an invite :)

[valaryswrites]

🪐 where kylo calls hux and order him to fuck you while he watches (and he loves it)

warnings: smut & english is not my first language

The idea sounded exquisite to you. For some reason, it was Kylo Ren who brought it up. He was a man that could never share, unless he really wanted to. And god, he really wanted to this time.

"Your request caught me by surprise, Ren." Hux said, unbuttoning his uniform, standing right next to the bed where you were laying, already naked. "But I'm quite excited for it, I must say."

"Mhm." Kylo nodded, sitting in a chair next to the bed, watching you realize what was going to happen. "I'll be watching you." He said to you, almost in a whisper. "Every touch, every word, every look you give him. I'll be envious. Jealous." He swore. "Enjoying it."

"Any rules, Ren? Before we start?" Hux asked, taking off his belt.

"I won't give you any orders, General. I want you to use your best judgement. Use her."

"Use?" You asked, quite surprised to hear that word.

"Yes. To use." Kylo said, with a grin. "You're a toy tonight."

Hux laughed a little, and you notice how hard he was under his uniform trousers. He lean in, giving you a kiss. A passionate kiss. His tongue was in your mouth, dancing with yours. And Kylo watched, eyes locked on the two of you.

It felt weird to kiss another mouth, but it felt exquisite too.

"That's it, General..." Ren said, adjusting himself in the chair next to the bed. "Show me how much you desire her. I've seen you watching her in meetings. Show me, and do anything and everything you wish. But..." He said, and Hux stopped kissing you, breathing heavily, to look at him. "... Don't forget to bring her back to me in one piece. She is still mine, after all."

Those words made you feel a desperate warmth all over your body. Hux smiled and continued, kissing your neck and stroking your hair a little. He went further, biting your collarbone and even leaving some marks. You tought Kylo would get mad, but he didn't. You pictured your Master caressing himself over his trousers. Teasing himself, slowly.

"Good, General." Kylo said, breathing heavily, but still sounding demanding. "You really know how to worship a woman's body, don't you?" Hux nodded, but without talking; his mouth was wondering all over your breasts. "You have to be gentle with her. But firm. Very firm." As he speaks, he keeps touching himself over his uniform.

"Your woman is delicious, Ren." Hux said, going down on you and leaving traces of saliva everywhere.

"She's more than that, General. She's the finest piece of flesh you've ever touched." Kylo smiles, looking at your face. "Remember to be firm with her. Don't hold back. Use all of that strength, energy and desire I know you have. Let her feel it."

After that order, Hux knew he had to obey. He wanted to obey. While eating you, as if you were a plate of food to a hungry man, he spanked you. And you groaned in pleasure.

The more exciting part, was turning your head to Kylo and see him stroking his cock freely now. Still wearing his leather gloves, now covered in his own saliva. He smirked before talking to the General, without taking his eyes off you.

"She likes that, General." He said. "I think it's time for you to give her what she really wants. Don't hold back just because you're sharing her with me."

Hux lifted up his face, licking his lips and teeth like an animal. Without any warning, he grabbed you by your waist and moved you even nearer to him, caressing your entrance with the tip of his cock.

Kylo stood up and walked towards you, kneeling next to bed, with his head next to yours.

"Tell the General what you want, baby." He whispered in your ear, and you could listen the sound of his leather gloves wrapping and moving up and down around his cock.

You tried to speak, but the stimulation was too much.

"Use your words." Ren said, demanding.

"For god's sake, fu-fuck me, General..." You managed to speak, and some laughter came out from the throats of the two men around you.

"Lord, she feels fantastic..." Hux said, after finally sliding himself into you. "I envy you... Getting to f-fuck her every... single... day..." He said between harder thrusts.

"Give me a good show, General." Kylo ordered. "She likes what you're doing to her, so keep using her." You were unable to speak. "But... she can also do some convincing. She know exactly what to say to get you to do whatever she wants."

"Then tell me..." Hux begged, trying not to cum all over you already.

"Go fast... faster." You thought it was impossible to use your words, but you did. This lust was something you've never experienced.

"Come on, baby..." Kylo whispered in your ear, still stroking himself but this time even faster. "Say it louder to the General."

"Faster!" You said in a scream, knowing for sure that the Knights of Ren heard you from the other side of the door.

And Hux delivered without any problem. His orange hair was dripping wet and looking so messy, you never thought you would see the General like this. So desperate, without the good manners he usually has towards you.

"Isn't she a lovely sight, General? Don't hold back, you can be harder than that. I want you to be harder." Kylo demanded, as he grabbed you by your hair and forced you to look at him. "Look at me, baby..." He whispered between some groaning. "I'm fucking my hand wishing it was you... Watching how another takes you... In-Infront of me..." You opened your mouth and instead of a word, it was only a loud moan what came out. Hux hit a good spot in a rough way.

"She's a noisy one, General." Kylo said, looking at the redhead now, who was already smiling.

"I'm not sure... I'm not sure I can't hold it any longer, Lord..." Hux said, struggling to speak.

"You can't go yet, General." Kylo denied, and then whispered in your ear. "Turn around." He ordered you. "Let him cum by taking you in all fours. And you'll watch me." Ren was totally lost in pleasure, sounding so mean and desperate it could only make you feel even more aroused.

You didn't even have to move, they did it for you and you end up in all fours, with your head looking directly at the chair where Kylo sit again. His stomach was covered in cum, and that's how you knew that Kylo was having fun, and fucking himself for the second time now.

While Hux kept fucking you, you tried your best to keep your eyes opened.

The sight was beautiful; Kylo Ren, a man respected and feared all over the galaxy, playing with his own cock while his General was using you. Looking directly at your eyes. And while doing so, he spoke.

"Cum already, General." Ordered. "All over her. I don't care. She doesn't care either. But you, my love..." He now said to you. "You don't get to finish. You'll hold it in for me." The moment he said that, Hux couldn't help but cum inside you. The man was exhausted. "Because after the General leaves, I'm going to fuck you again, and again, and again... And I'll be the one to make you cum."

After saying those words, Kylo finished in his leather covered hands once again. And you were just there, breathing heavily in the bed, while Hux was dressing himself.

"It was a pleasure, Ren." The General said, right next to the door. Kylo approached him, taking his gloves off.

"You did good, General." Kylo said, stretching out his hand to shake Hux's. "I might call you soon, again." You heard him say, and you couldn't help but let go a mischievous smile. It was Kylo's turn now.

[queen-of-elves]

Getting caught cuddling with General Hux and taking the blame saying you were the one being clingy but really it was him lol the man is like a needy cat and the purring (smooching noises) gave you away

you can honestly go in any direction you want with this. i just thought it'd be a fun lil idea to base off

Getting caught

A/ N: I LOVE THIS IDEA SO MUCH THANK YOOU!! I am telling you Hux is always going to be this soft and touch starved man that I adore plus I am in my Hux era obsession so this request was soooo sooooooo perfect

A/N 2.0: I also made it so that their relationship was not official yet hopefully that’s no problem

Word count: over 1.8K

Warning: affection?? Lol and cursing as always, also not proofread

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General Armitage Hux was a man of strict discipline and undeniable loyalty to the First Order, you have admired these qualities of his since the first day you had the luck to be under his command. There was just something so interesting about him which exceeded even beyond him becoming one of the youngest generals in the First Order history. So it made you a one lucky individual when he set his eyes on you.

You really hoped his secretive glances were interpreted by others as an angry stare at a subordinate or just his regular cold and stern glare because today was awfully full of these glances. It was a miracle that no one has yet figured out this weird arrangement between the two of you. No, you were not dating, at least none of you verbally stated it. But by the time the two of you had already made out in a random maintenance room or closet for the second time that week it was obvious. Something was cooking between the two of you and obviously keeping it secret as much as was humanly possible was an unsaid rule.

It would be a lie to say you knew exactly how it all started. You just knew that one thing led to another and you and the handsome general Hux ended up passionately kissing in one of the empty corridors of the Finalizer. But this all is a tale for another day.

This time it wouldn’t be any different, you were following the commanding officer throughout the left part of the flagship’s corridor and discussing the next plans after the last mission. Nothing out of ordinary, just a normal conversation in the middle of the day, you were afterall one of the main strategists on the flagship in the command of Armitage Hux so it was expected of you to have frequent interactions with him. However, today felt very different to you, if you didn’t count the stares throughout the day, Armitage was still acting jittery and unconcentrated which was highly unlike him. 

Did something happen?

You couldn’t help but feel concern for the wellbeing of your general. In fact you were so lost in your thoughts over it, you haven’t even realized that you have just confirmed a false statement about one of the missions from last week. And then it happened again and again, discussion containing false information soon turned into one about even nonexistent missions planned for the next few days. A confusion slowly crept on your face, did you prepare data for the wrong missions? 

What is he talking about?

And then it hit you. He was furiously looking behind you, checking the corridor before spinning on his heel and glancing down the other side of the hall. You two were the only one or so it seemed since you couldn’t hear any steps or talking except for Hux who was still going on about the fake mission. When his inspection of the hall was done and he seemed fairly satisfied, snatching your hand and dragging you to the door of what you deemed to be some sort of maintenance room was the next step in his plan. 

So before you could react properly he smashed the lock on the side of the door causing the door to open widely and pushed you in. You had no time to even recognize what the room actually contained before the door closed behind the both of you, plugging you into a darkness. It took a bit for your eyes to adjust and it also got worse when he placed his hands on your shoulders, spinning you around to face him. You couldn’t make out any specific details of his face but he still looked so handsome to you. 

Armitage truly was a being above all in your eyes, handsome, disciplined and incredibly smart, too smart for his own good sometimes and this man, this stupidly handsome man was now kissing you. His hands rested on your cheeks and lips on yours and you felt once again as in ecstasy, just like you were drug to him, he was to you.

He slowly backed you to the nearest wall until your back hit it and then it all really started. His kisses went across your whole face, starting at a temple on one side, stopping momentarily to kiss you furiously and ending at the jaw across before he gave himself the time to properly breathe. This was what you loved about kissing with him, how out of breath he would get, it was as if he couldn’t get enough of you and it made you feel eternal.

There was nothing explicitly sexual about this, nothing beyond simple makeout, no great sinful desire at least this time. And if there was anything in it, it was all about comfort, the comfort you brought to him and you could feel it radiate from him. He needed the comfort you provided, that only you could provide.

This time he nudged his face into the croak of your neck and inhaled slowly while squeezing you in a tight hug as if he was afraid you would turn into mist and disappear from his arms.

With Hux it wasn’t just about the kissing, the cuddling was also very prominent and you were pretty sure oftentimes Armitage enjoyed the cuddling much more than he would ever admit. At this point in his life this man was just beyond touch starved and if he would let you, you would give him hugs any time he wanted. It made you so happy to see him smile after every quick kiss or just slight touch of hands that got unnoticed by others. You truly loved making him happy and it felt like he was on the same note with you. 

Armitage was also decently vocal, actually he was the most vocal guy you have ever been with, you noticed it the first time the two of you made out in his office. The little moans that escaped his mouth and oh my, you would be a goddamn liar if you said you didn’t enjoy every second of the sound he would make. Whenever it was caused by you hugging him or kissing the hell out of him.

His mouth felt like it was everywhere, that HE was everywhere and you couldn’t get enough of it. Armitage’s hand moved from your shoulder to your hip while the other sneaked on the small of your back, gripping the hip and bringing you again so close you could hardly breathe. Both of your chests were now touching but even without his mouth touching you, you felt the excitement accumulating between your bodies. 

You have now noticed his vibrant red hair all out of place, you quite liked the disheveled look on him, and the buttons of his uniform sat loose, he must have unfasten some of them while he dragged you to this room and in between the kisses. But instead of kissing you again he nuzzled his face into your neck again while humming slowly. He was contend, purring like a cat onto your neck and chest. You hope for this moment to never end, to just simply cuddle him until you die.

However, the whole moment shattered with the heavy door sliding open with a long whoosh sound. The both of you stood frozen for agonizingly long, hoping whoever opened the door would either not notice you, which was very unlikely considering you were an eyesore in the now lit room, or pretend to not notice you. In those excruciatingly drawn-out seconds you have noticed a blush creeping on Armitage's face but even that image ripped out of your mind by a stammering voice of a much more embarrassed officer.

“I-I am so sor-rry, SIR. I d-din’t know that- I heard a we-weird sound and I thought-” Oh god, the two of you must have been really loud if they could hear you through the door. And on top of that you were pretty sure that officer wouldn’t keep his tongue behind their teeth after what they saw.

“Get OUT!” Armitage's voice echoed through the room silencing the officer. 

You couldn’t see his face, his silhouette was illuminated by the hall's light still present in the room after the officer just ran for his life, leaving the door open. And there was a certainty the officer wouldn’t escape the punishment Armitage was already making in that smart head of his.

When he finally turned to you, you could see his face seeping red, the tips of his ears caressed with blush just like his cheeks and neck. He wasn’t looking at you, instead his wide eyes rested a few meters before your feet on the metal floor. Half of his face was obscured by his left hand which was holding his mouth in a tight grip. If it weren’t for the blush you would have thought he was contemplating his life choices or maybe he really was and maybe this was it. You knew Armitage was a man of a great reputation and to taint it with a flirt with one of his subordinates was unforgivable.

“I hoped it wouldn’t get out so soon.” A stoic mask was placed again on his face, the one he sported when he commanded on the bridge, when he was back in his role, unforgiving and with no mercy for failure. You did enjoy seeing him like that, full of pride and in his element but you also enjoyed how he would hold your hand while kissing your cheeks softly. The duality of this man surely would be the death of you one day and maybe this was the day.

“It seems it’s official then-” Your voice interrupted him.“What’s official?” Your heart was pounding so hard against your rib cage you were afraid it might leave bruises, you were too nervous to care for formalities now. This could be either exciting news or a soul crushing one.

“Us, obviously.” He stated, while he still hasn't noticed your nervous expression and your eyes following his every move before the realization came crashing down on you.

Oh.

This time you could hear the heavy steps, it obviously wasn’t an officer, probably a stormtrooper but you still didn’t expect Phasma, the stormtrooper captain, to appear in the still open door, her stare unrecognized by you thanks to her helmet, causing Armitage to turn his back on you again.

“Captain Phasma, I apologize it’s my fault I-” This time it was your general interrupting you.

“Yes, your choice of location to inform me of classified information is-,” Armitage turned back to you, shooting you an unidentifiable look,“ maybe next time choose my office. People could get the wrong idea, officer.” It seemed to be the end of the conversation or at least Phasma deemed it as one since she turned ready to leave while informing general Hux of new details about her mission. However, before both of them could exit the room you caught Armitage shooting you a smirk.

“Yes, sir.” You whispered with a small smile painted on your lips.

Oh god, that man was truly going to be the death of you.

[moonlightshaiku]

Kissing Hux

In everything Hux does he goes for the jugular, and kissing is no different.

He loves giving special attention to your neck, so much so, that you have to be on guard lest anything is left in his wake.

He's less sweet and more "begrudgingly and tiredly affectionate", so anything that's sweet and/or soft is probably prior to caf or in the name of comfort.

He usually kisses close-mouthed. Biting occasionally, but he'll never use his tongue unless his partner initiates.

He'll hold on to your face or shoulders in a stern grip, pressing his body to yours. Hux runs rather cold, but due to his uniform layers, is warm to the touch. His neck is always warm and ruddy, hands cold and pale.

As soon as Hux steps out of the shuttle, hair mussed, he's in front of you. It's night, and the hangar is relatively empty, so he gathers your face in his hands.

Kylo climbs out of the shuttle behind him, ragged and dirt-covered, mask off. He rolls his eyes, boots clicking on the ground as he steps away from you both, giving you privacy.

As soon as Kylo is out of sight, Hux breathes. "Maker." He presses a kiss to your jaw, then to the corner of your lips.

You interrupt the inevitable, "I missed you," with your lips, and he reciprocates eagerly. He pulls himself closer to you as you kiss, he smells like sweat and his cologne. He's a bit too warm, you wonder why.

Once he's pressed firmly to you, he grabs your hair, pulling your head back slowly. He presses a kiss to your neck over your uniform, breath hot on the underside of your chin.

[kingdomhate]

Coming back to you scenarios! (Part One)

Kylo Ren: The thought always worried you, when he was coming back, how bad the damage would be. But you had faith, for him, because he had faith for you. You trust Kylo and he trusts you, so when he told you he had a particularly lengthy mission to find and fight the Resistance head-on, you were reluctant to give in. That was a few months ago. Kylo had made sure to contact you frequently to reassure you of his existence and you thanked him for it every chance you got. Now, you stand in your guys' shared quarters, aware that people were worried about you but you couldn't stop the copying of being away from the man you loved by just staring out into Space, into nothing in particular, lost in your thoughts.

"Ma'am?" A Stormtrooper called to you, causing your thoughts to pop. "Yes?" You reply, not turning to face them. You half-expected this to be an affirmative call that Kylo was lost, or worse, gone. "Supreme Leader Ren has made contact just now." Your breathing stopped, and your heartbeat jolted, you spun to face the trooper, hope glinting in your eyes. "He has?" You ask, voice low and soft. The Stormtrooper nods and you can feel the burning sensation in your stomach of anticipation and the prickling feeling of tears pooling in your eyes. Faster than you have ever ran before, you race out of the room, almost tripping twice over nothing but your own footsteps. You stop at the sight of Kylo's ship, breathing fast and harshly. Your eyes scanning frantically for the sight of Kylo, for the sight of his mask, his hair, cloak, anything. "Hey." You heard a voice call from behind you, and you feel two big and strong hands wrapping around your center and Kylo burying his face in the crook of your neck, inhaling the sweet scent of you. "Kylo..." You choke out, sobbing quietly and his arms tighten around your stomach. "I know, darling. I know."

Armitage Hux: You completely underestimated how many missions a General had to do, as you were just a Commander, but you soon came to find out. Armitage wasn't a sentimental guy, in public or ever, unless it was you and it was still rare to see him get emotional in front of you. "I'm leaving." He said simply, fixing his uniform and hair. Why is he telling you this at the crack of dawn? "Where to?" You yawn. "To accompany Ren on a ridiculous mission to terminate the Resistance and especially the scavenger." He spoke with disdain in his tone, as you could only imagine, as he was going with Kylo. "Why are you going then? Did Snoke order it?" You tilt your head. How odd, Armitage and Kylo, two rivals, on a mission to terminate the two targets that caused the First Order the most grief. "He did." He said shortly.

A month later, as you were shutting down for the night, you go back to your quarters, and who do you find standing there? "Hello." He said casually and you could swear he saw the perplexity in your brain. "'Hello'? Is that how you greet your girlfriend after being gone for a continuous month with only various calls?" He rolls his eyes, his nose scrunching a bit, as he walked orderly over to you. "You're lucky I even came back." He says with his usual cold tone and you push it aside as you wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him into a much-needed hug.

Anakin Skywalker: Anakin had previously told you that Obi-Wan and the council planned for Anakin to take a mission alone, to prove if he should be a Master Jedi. Of course the mission had to lengthy and cut severely into the time in which he promised to spend with you, and Anakin was enraged by it. However, you had to reassure and scold him frequently that it was completely fine and that he had to do it anyway, because he desired to be a Jedi Master. Seeing reason finally, Anakin decided to go, giving you a big, passionate kiss before jokingly telling you that you should behave while he was gone, or else the result would be you getting in trouble with a Jedi Master, you laugh, mockingly annoyed and watched him leave. A good couple weeks passed and you kept yourself busy with your own duties: Cleaning the house, keeping an eye on the Council and their updates about Anakin, and random pastimes you found fun.

"Miss Y'N? Good news: Master Anakin has just arrived at the Temple." C-3PO informs you and you grin widely. "Thank you." You say, getting up and readying your speeder so you could give your boyfriend a proper welcome. "Y\N." Anakin smiles as he notices you and you could see the sheer need to hug you and spin you around, but the current circumstances would make that a tad bit difficult. Yoda and Windu telling Anakin of his new responsibilities as a Jedi Master and Obi-Wan congratulating and sending jokes Anakin's way in which you could see and feel Anakin's eyes staring longingly at you, as he was so ready to feel you hugging him and kissing him. After the certainly inviting and warm congratulations from the Jedi Council, Anakin goes out of his way to excuse himself from continuing further conversation with Windu and scurrying over to you, snaking his arms around you and resting his chin on your forehead, pressing your head to his chest. "I missed you, my love, it's felt like forever since I was reminded of your beauty..." He kissed your cheek, neck and your lips, the kiss was beautiful and enlightening, reminding you of Anakin's undying love.

A\n: I'm going to do a seperate version, a part two, with Obi-Wan and Luke later.

[raparopa]

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

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

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

pairing: Armitage Hux x fem!resistance!reader

hux! hux?

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

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

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

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

Hux.

Hux!

Hux?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He rolled his eyes in annoyance at my outburst.

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

-I'm a spy.

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

-What?- I blurted out involuntarily.

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

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

-It can not be...

-May be.

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

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

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

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

Hux lifted his chin again.

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

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

Hux rolled his eyes in annoyance again.

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

I thought.

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

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

x x x

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Why am I thinking about this?

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

Only because of this.

I'm sure.

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

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

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

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

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

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

x x x

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

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

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

[starlightsearches]

Congratulations on your milestone! 🎉 I’d like to request Track 1 with Armitage Hux please 😊

Drowning

Track 1 - Crimson and Clover by Tommy James and the Shondells: Give me a character and I’ll write a short blurb or headcanons on how they would pine for you.

General Hux x F! Reader / 📼 ✨ mixtape milestone ✨ 📼

Thanks for the request, bestie!

This is kind of a continuation of this one shot I did forever ago, but you can read it independently! Warnings for some allusion to sexual content and language. Let me know what you think!

Armitage is surprised you're not in his quarters.

And then he's disappointed.

He has no right to either emotion—you were given your own rooms for a reason. Still, he'd become accustomed to your presence in his sitting area every evening, or warming his bed when he returned late.

The way a wife should.

But your relationship isn't that typical of a marriage, no matter what Armitage had first hoped for or envisioned. It was a childish idea that started him on the path, even if there were other, more logical, benefits that solidified his decision.

There's no logic in the way he's waiting for you to appear.

Half-stripped of his uniform, he wanders into the refresher, listless. Desperate to keep his head clear of the worst of his thoughts.

But you would never care for him. You'd float through his spaces and on his arm dutifully, the way you'd promised him in your vows, and give him nothing more. And he's not capable of a relationship that would involve anything more.

There'd be no fondness or gentle touches for somebody like him, with a repulsive exterior and worse soul.

You couldn't love him. Ever. He should give up on any hope of that now.

The water's cold from the sink, the way he likes it, pressing handfuls of it against his tired eyes, letting it drip down his neck and soak the collar of the thin shirt he wears beneath his uniform.

The sound of water grows louder, deeper—a heavy swish instead of a light trickle.

And then your voice, not imagined this time, though he often heard you when he was alone.

"I didn't think you would be back so soon."

Armitage whirls clumsily, and feels stupid for doing so, the edge of the counter biting into his palm where it lands.

Oh fuck.

The bathtub in his refresher is deep, and large, and never used—Hux could hardly find the time to lie down, let alone soak in a bath—so it's strange for him to see it full.

It's strange, despite its deepness, and the milky quality of the water that floods the air with the smell of flower petals and salt, how much of your skin he can see.

Hair hanging damp around your face, the water just kisses at the slopes of your shoulders, caressing your body in ways he's only dreamed of doing.

Hux means to speak, but all the air in his lungs comes out in a huff. Tongue brushing over his lips, he can taste the fragrance in the air.

Almost like it's you he's tasting.

Your head bows. His silence has spoken before he's had the chance, and now he's offended you. Again.

"I'm sorry," you tell him, swilling the water between your fingers, "I should have asked before I used—"

"No—" he interrupts you, hardly a whisper, but you defer to him as always. Hux wonders what it will take to stop you from fearing him.

"There's no need for permission," he continues, and then trails off weakly, unsure of how to put words to the rest of his thoughts. Afraid you could see all of it on his face—thinking about how the fabric of his trousers would pull heavily at his skin if he slipped into the water with you, if he'd even be able to find the curves of your hips or thighs in the water's depths.

He is willing to drown himself trying.

Your tongue runs smoothly over your lips, folding in between your teeth, "Oh. Thank you."

He's got nothing else to say—no words that will make their way out, at the very least—trying not to stare but incapable of looking anywhere but you. Your soft eyes. The slope of your nose. Your lips.

He notices the way they move around your next words, although the sound is drowned out by the rush of blood in his ears. Probably for the best—it stops his gaze from traveling anywhere lower.

You're waiting for a response, but Hux can't give you one, cheeks burning. "What?"

The word comes out more snappish than it should. So off-kilter and so unused to feeling that way, he reacts on instinct, all of which are sharp and biting.

"Sorry, could you?" you point a hand in the direction of the counter, and the fluffy black towel that rests on it, "then I'll be out of your way."

"Of course," he responds, connecting the dots as quick as he can manage when his thoughts are so wild.

Hux ventures as close as he dares, passing the towel to you from a distance, like he might be sucked into the sweet water and your sweeter embrace if he gets too close.

You take it from him without touching him, and he's glad for it. Hux can barely keep on his feet with the soft smile you wear. Your skin on his would certainly be too much.

It's a sweet moment—one of few he's managed not to fuck up completely.

Until your expression falters, teeth caught on your lip. Hux has no idea what he's done to cause your discomfort this time.

"I'll just . . ." you start to slip from the water, and then it hits him, hard, like a punch to the gut.

A surprised grunt escapes Hux's chest, and he turns back toward the mirror, eyes shut tight to offer you some privacy. Nails cutting lines in the palms of his hands.

You would have let him see you. Would have stood bare before him as the rivulets of water traversed your body, would have let him watch, maybe even let him feel. Would have let his palms take in the softness of your skin, instead of the bite he feels now.

And Hux knew this already. No doubt you've been instructed to be a good wife from a time before you were old enough to listen—to offer yourself to your husband, to make yourself available whenever your he desires.

But would you? He feels there's a distinct possibility. And maybe even a possibility you'd want to.

A soft cough interrupts his thoughts, and he takes that as a sign to turn around, finding you with a towel wrapped tight around your body.

You fiddle with the edge of it, shyly meeting his eyes.

"Will I be seeing you in there?"

Your words are stilted, punctuated with pauses like you're picking around landmines—too shy to even say the word bed.

It's a fair question. Even on nights you stay in his quarters, you usually sleep alone.

He wants to say yes. Wants to so badly he feels it bubbling up in his chest.

"I- no," Hux says instead, tamping down the hope inside him. Not when the control he holds over his body is on such a tenuous string.

Your lips press tighter before you wish him good night. He's not sure if it's relief he see's in your features, or something else.

He hopes it was something else.

[tremendouscreationperson]

Kylo Ren/Ben Solo x Reader Queen Charlotte Au

You are Charlotte, he is George

There are elements of "magic"/the force, hope it's not awful. I don't usually write for Kylo

It had been months. Almost seven months since you had the pleasure of seeing your husband. You two were an arranged marriage and by all accounts the separation should've been blissful, except it wasn't. You missed him. He was dark and broody but he was kind to you. He treated you with such devotion that you couldn't have stopped the growing feelings.  

Your mind often wandered, imagining what he could possibly be doing. What that slimy advisor Snoke would be forcing him to do. Snoke was ancient and you suspected that had something to do with the dark magic he practised. The man was powerful but nothing compared to Kylo’s potential.

You supported the pursuit of knowledge and would never deprive your husband of his calling however you had told him to steer clear of the dark side. It was basic knowledge, blood magics and dark spells took a toll and you just so happened to enjoy Kylo's company. You would be distraught if anything was to happen to him. 

You'd find out what was going on soon enough. Having ordered Hux to take you to him after you both rolled your eyes at another excuse, both suspicious and annoyed at the blatant lies they were feeding their Queen. Hux, bless him, had tried to get any information he could for you and he had actually become something of a companion in your lonesome months. 

The estate came into view and you had to force your body still. Eager enough to see your King that you could tear the carriage door open and sprint to him. It was a testament to your upbringing that you didn't, instead just bouncing one leg as the horses leisurely trotted up to the entrance. 

Staff had seen you arrive and were waiting to greet their Queen with apprehensive, almost frightened expressions.

Your door was opened and you stepped out of the cart with ease being led a few paces to a man who you vaguely recognised as the King's Secretary. 

“Your Majesty, what a pleasant surprise.” He bowed. “Do forgive us, we weren't expecting company.” 

You were never a fan of this man, he was cold to you (as most were) in the beginning and you couldn't shake the feeling that he wasn't looking out for the King's best interest. He cared for the monarchy, yes, but not for Kylo. Perhaps that was why you responded sarcastically, “I didn't realise I needed an invitation to my own estate.”

The man’s smile tightened and you could see his jaw flex. “Of course not, shall we prepare some tea to relax you from your long journey?” He gestured to the entrance stairs. 

You shook your head. “I am here for my husband.” 

That visibly changed all of the staff's posture. Everyone stiffened; everyone's eyes widened displaying pity. The man in front of you was no different but he had the unfortunate task of addressing the Queen. “H-he is training at this present moment. I don't think it is wise to-”

“Hux?” You interrupted. “Did we come all this way for tea?” 

“No, your Majesty.” Hux responded. He was just as tired as you. Why were they stalling your meeting? What had become of Kylo during these months? Was he harmed? Was he distant? 

“Then I suggest we find my husband.” You hiked up your skirts and strode, past everyone, up the stairs. 

This house was one of the largest and you had only been here twice so suffice to say you were lost without guidance but you kept your head held high and made it your mission to find a study. Where else would the training be? Perhaps outside but you would search the gardens after you'd finished inside. 

You entered and exited countless empty rooms, they were decorated but void of life. As though they hadn't been touched in years, of course they were dusted and kept fresh but you knew your husband hadn't been in them. You could tell.

“Hux, am I going mad?” You sighed. “Have we been going in circles?” 

“No, we haven't.” Your shadow replied. “Pryde. Are you intentionally vexing your Queen?” 

The other man was clearly uncomfortable. “I am trying to spare her.” 

“What does that mean?” You frowned. What was he sparing you from? Why would he feel the need? “Elaborate!”

Pryde’s mouth opened and closed before he relented. “I will take you to the King, but do remember Snoke has deemed this necessary and sworn us to secrecy.” 

You were frantically nodding and motioned for him to lead the way. Pryde led you to a set of stairs and descended down to what you assumed was the servants quarters. It was refreshing to see a space that was lived in but worrisome that the King was not present upstairs. Pryde walked even further down and brought you and Hux into a cavaness pathway. It was dark and dank and smelt awful but you pushed on. 

Hux was quick to steady you as you walked on uneven rocks, one arm under yours and the other on top. Your anxiety was through the roof and in the moment you didn't care, your fingers weaved through his and you squeezed his hand for support. 

You were holding hands before you heard the scream. 

“Is that-?” Your words were cut off by another louder howl. You noticed Pryde had paled when he gave you a nod. 

The nod was all you needed to sprint. You'd dropped Hux’s hand in order to hold your skirts and you bolted (as fast as one could in a corseted gown) towards the noise. 

The screaming hadn't ceased but it was less frequent as you stumbled towards a now visible door. 

“Open it!” You demanded and Pryde's shaky hands found the key chain but could not stay still enough to pick the correct one. You snatched the metal from his hand and tried two before the third unlocked the bulky door.

Two guards were quick to step back as you forced your way into the room. 

“I am not to be interrupted!” Snoke yelled at the door. He was facing away from you, staring at the pathetic body strapped to a chair. Your heart lurched when you saw the body for who it was. Your husband was chained to the chair, his body convulsing and muttering.

“UNCHAIN HIM!” Your voice demanded.  

Snoke jumped at your voice and quickly gave you a bow. “My Qu-” 

“What are you waiting for? Unchain the King!” You didn't know your voice could get that loud, that angry, but it had the desired effect. Two servants undid his shackles and stared at you awaiting their next order. “Get. Out.”

The words juxtaposed the previous shout. They were quiet, still full of venom but barely a whisper. Despite this the five men in the room heard them and they were quick to make their exits. 

Now you and Hux stood in the dark room, both scanning your husband trying to keep your eyes on him and not the room. There were candles lighting shelves of books, there were doctors tools on an unsanitary side table, large weapons attached to the wall, dark stains on the floors and walls and an obscene amount of shackles.

“Kylo.” You whispered, taking slow steps towards him. 

Your husband didn't respond. He didn't even look at you. He was physically in the room but you could tell mentally he was elsewhere. 

You steeled yourself and forced the tremors in your hands to cease before delicately reaching out to his left cheek - a scar that looked painful adorned his right. The pads of your fingers barely made contact when Kylo jerked away. His eyes landed on you but there was no recognition. 

“K-Kylo?” You tried again and this time he let you touch him. “Ben?” There was a spark behind his dark eyes but as soon as it appeared it vanished. 

What had gone on in this room? What happened to your love? 

Putting on the calmest, soothing voice you asked, “Ben, can you sit up?” 

The man didn't respond - could he? - but he did as you asked. There were a few winces as he sat upright but otherwise he made no complaint. 

“I'm going to put a hand on your back.” You let him know your actions beforehand and he didn't jolt at the touch. “And I'm going to bring you forward.” Kylo allowed you to guide him towards you. Letting you rest his head on your chest. 

You remember when you'd first realised he was just slightly shorter than you when sitting. It was a fond memory, one that ended in shared laughter and passionate kissing. But now the memory would be tainted. Now you could only see how small he was. He wasn't an imposing figure, merely a hurt man. 

With the hand that rested on his back you traced nonsensical shapes and patterns. The other hand found itself untangling his hair. It had gotten longer, left unbrushed and uncut. 

“It's okay Ben.” You repeated the words to him, laying your cheek on top of his head. It didn't matter that he didn't recognise you, nor that he wasn't hugging you back, the only thing that did matter was that he was okay. That he was calm enough to leave this place. 

You had no idea how long you stood there kissing his crown and promising things were okay. No idea how long Hux, forever your shadow, watched you both. 

You'd taken to humming and tracing ‘I love you's on his spine when the King pulled away from your embrace. He was present in the room, you could tell immediately from his eyes. 

The same eyes that were staring into your soul. Eyebrows pinches and mouth agape. He muttered your name before croaking, “are you real?”

The implications being that he had seen a false vision of you stung your heart. “Of course I'm real, love.” 

Kylo's hands left his side and found themselves on your hips. You could see his wrists were cut and bruised from being chained but forced your gaze elsewhere. He took a deep breath before nodding to himself. “Yes, you are.” 

“I missed you.” You caressed his cheek. “And I love you.” 

The words had hardly left your lips when he was responding. “I love you.” It was desperate. He needed you to know. 

You both embraced each other fully. His face in the crook of your neck as you hunched to hug him. His trembling fingers clutched the fabric of your dress on your spine, barely grazing your nape. There were a few sniffles but no tears fell, you made sure to check; being as careful as you could to swipe under each eye.

“How are you here?” Kylo's voice was less hoarse now, clearer as you imagine was his mind. 

“I missed you and I forced Hux to bring me.” Your fingers carded through his locks. “I wish I came sooner.” 

“No, this- this is necessary.” He looked ashamed. “Snoke said this was needed to be a great ruler.” 

“I think it is time we stopped listening to that dinosaur.” The first syllable of your name formed on his lips but you shook your head. “Shh, we can discuss that later.” You glanced over your shoulder at Hux in the doorway. “How long was the walk here?”

“Fifteen or twenty minutes?” Hux shrugged one shoulder. “It felt longer.”

“Right, love.” You held Kylo's chin. “Are you able to stand?” 

Kylo considered your question, doubt splattered across his whole being. His eyes scanned your face before they met Hux over your shoulder. He nodded. “Of course. I may need help.” 

Hux was immediately at his side. You scooted your skirts out of Kylo's way and propped an arm under his. You and Hux, together, hoisted Kylo upright. His legs were wobbly from disuse but he forced himself to be strong. He didn't want you to see him in this pathetic state, the least he could do was walk in a semi-straight line. 

The height difference did interfere with you helping but Kylo placed a sturdy hand on your shoulder and allowed you to take what weight Hux wasn't holding up. 

If walking to the torture room was hard walking from it was impossible. Your heels caught and ankles twisted, Kylo's winces echoed through the cavern and Hux slipped on what you sincerely hoped was water. The three of you eventually emerged from the hallway after several breaks and you'd never been happier to see servants quarters. 

A pink Hux puffed out a breath, leaning his palm on his thigh. “Sorry, your Majesty.” 

“It's completely fine.” You dismissed the apology, out of breath yourself. “My husband is pure muscle.” A hand met his peck and you smiled up to him. 

Kylo smirked down at you and fixed your hair. He must have knocked your headpiece askew when in the dark. “You're beautiful.” 

The conviction in which he spoke always had you bashful. “Stop.” 

“It's true.” 

“Kylo, come on.” 

“I love you.” 

“And I you.” 

His smile widened, pulling at the edge of his scar. He didn't let that dampen the mood but you could see the pain behind his eyes. 

“Hux?” You tore your gaze away from the King. “Can you draw a bath for the King? And have a room prepared, I will need my things brought as we will be moving here until the King is better.” 

Hux nodded once and left to fulfil the tasks. 

Kylo spoke once Hux’s footsteps had stopped, “you don't have to move here.” 

“Of course, I do.” You spoke, leaving no room for arguments. “Once you're better we can decide where to live but before I will stay by your side.” 

“I can only get better by doing what we were in that room.” His eyes flickered back at the door you'd just closed. 

“No. No more of that.” 

“It’s-” 

“No Kylo. I refuse that.” Your head shook. “I will not allow that.” 

“But Sno-” 

“Snoke doesn't matter.” 

“He helps-” 

But you refused to have that creature defended. Snoke was a disease that should be eradicated. “If you do one thing for me in this marriage. Just one. It is to leave that behind. You don't need magic to be a good ruler, you are one.” You plead. “I will do anything you ask if you leave those - that torture - behind.” 

“He-” Kylo bit his cheek, the words leaving him in stuttered half sentences. “He said you'd- said you'd get hurt. You'd-” 

“Kylo, please. You can't believe that.” 

“I don't know.” His eyes found the floor. 

You captured his hands in yours and plastered a bright smile on your face. “Look, we will talk more about this after your bath, after arrangements are made and when we are settled in bed.” 

The two of you steadily made your way to your allocated bedroom. There was a tub that had been filled and luckily was devoid of any oils or soaps. You were loath to find out if the scarring ran underneath his sweat stained clothes, you couldn't handle causing him any more pain. 

“Right, love, are you ready for a bath?”

Kylo gave you a nonverbal nod. 

You grinned at him and helped him out of the tunic. He had no cuts or scars but there were bruises along his ribs and, once the trousers were off, his hip. 

“Are you able to get into the tub?” 

He merely nodded again and eased himself in the water. 

You helped him by washing his back and shoulders. Scrubbing his nails and cleaning his chest. It didn't matter that the front of your dress was damp and your corset wasn't made for you to bend in this fashion. Kylo leaned his head back and let his hair fan out in the water.

He looked so peaceful. 

Like he had when you first met him. 

His eyes were shut and the shadow his lashes created hid the dark spots under each eye. You had carefully cleaned his scar and it looked a lot better now there was no dried blood. 

He looked at ease. 

“My love.” You hummed, tracing his facial features. 

“Yes?” He cracked open a tired eye. 

“I'm so happy to be with you again.” You bent to kiss the tip of his nose. 

He angled his face and captured your lips instead. A gasp left you and you allowed him to lead the kiss until a yawn erupted from him. 

“Come on, let's get you to bed.” You rose from the side of the tub and helped him out of the dirty water. You wrapped a towel around his midsection and pointed him towards your shared bed. 

He noted your pause as he sat on the mattress. “Are you not joining me?” 

“I am, although, I do just want to make sure Hux has everything in order before I settle.” 

Kylo looked visibly distressed at the mere idea you were leaving. 

“I promise I will be back.” He didn't look relieved. “Here-” you took your ring off and handed it to him. “-I will be back for that.”

“Your mother's ring.” Kylo held the metal as though it was a baby bird, it was so very precious he was afraid of breaking it. 

“You know I'd do anything for that ring.” You kissed his crown. “I will be back for it.” 

Leaving Kylo was very hard. You didn't want to and you knew he was anxious for your return but you had to see Hux. You needed to know everything would be okay before you relaxed. 

Your secretary was having a hushed discussion with Pryde. Each party looked unamused. 

“Hux.” You announced your entrance. “My things?” 

“On route, your Majesty.” 

“And Snoke?” 

“He is still on the premises. He's in the study.” 

“Pryde.” The other man straightened. “I will let you stay for now but the second my husband is uncomfortable with you, you are gone.” 

He nodded and you turned on your heel to deal with the creature. 

“Your Majesty.” Snoke addressed you. “Allow me to explain my methods.” 

“No.” 

He raised his non-eyebrow. “But if you would just listen.” 

“I have allowed you to corrupt and harm my husband for too long. You are to leave and never return. If I could order you to be destroyed without corrupting my soul I would, but I can't. I wish you the life you deserve.” You glanced at Hux. “Make sure he leaves.” 

With that you returned to Kylo. On route you caught a maid and asked her to loosen your dress. Blessedly, she did it with ease and the bodice was off with no problem. Once that was off you undid your top skirt and stepped out of it. You untied the hoop skirt and left that on the floor too with your undershirt and stockings. You placed the crown on a side table and unpinned your locks. Arriving at the door naked you slipped into the room and smiled at his dozing body. 

He had fallen asleep sitting up awaiting your arrival. Your ring was still clutched in his hand and you just took him in. He was so handsome. You'd never tire of his appearance. 

You sat yourself on the side of the bed and plucked your ring from him, sliding it back onto your right hand. 

“Kylo, darling, let's lay down.” You shuffled him down into a more comfortable position. One eye cracked open and he pulled you in close. 

“Love you.” He muttered into your ear. 

“I love you, more."

[gudfornuthin]

General Hux: You’re giving me a sticker?

Y/N: Not just a sticker. That is a sticker of a kitty saying “me-wow!”

General Hux: I am not a child.

Y/N: Fine, I’ll take it back-

General Hux: I earned this, back off!

[blue-sadie]

Torture

Imagine:

Being hux's girlfriend and him slowly torturing you by teasing and touching you leaving you on the edge intill it's unbearable.

"Don't you dare cum little one, if you do ill have to punish you even further and trust me you don't want that"