Oooooo! Could I please get an Omega Prompt Number 1 of Alpha Kylo/Omega Hux? If you'd be so kind!
1. “Uh, no- Please stop! I HAVE AN ALPHA, YOU ASSHOLE!”
It had been a good night up until this point.
The Vomian system has been conquered. All five of its planets and subsequent moons have fallen under First Order rule, giving them access to one of the main shipping lanes in the Mid-Rim and planets that are so rich in ore that they’ll have enough to power a new fleet of star destroyers.
An acquisition on this scale requires a celebration.
The Finalizer is in orbit in the Vomian system, though Hux is sure that the residents on the planet below will be able to hear the music and commotion coming from the recreational hall. He looks down at his comm, checking the latest message on it before heading for the exit.
“Aren’t you staying, General? This is your victory!” Lieutenant Mitaka stumbles up to Hux, having left Thannison behind on the dancefloor.
“I think not, Dopheld,” Hux says, noting how much his beta friend smells like alcohol. “I have someone waiting for me. And I must retire before my eardrums cave in from this dreadful music.”
“It’s DJ Rebo! The hottest Ortolan mixer!”
Hux scrunches his nose as the baseline drops. “It’s just noise to me, I’m afraid. But you enjoy yourself, my friend. I’ll see you on the bridge tomorrow. Goodnight, Dopheld.”
“G’dnight, General, sir!”
With that, Mitaka finds himself back on the sparkling red dancefloor with Thannison, their arms waving in the air with the rest of the younglings of the Finalizer. Hux smiles, recalling a time where he would sneak out of his academy dorm to find the secret gatherings of cadets to listen to the newest and hottest music from Courascant and drink from the bottles of liquor stolen from their tutor’s offices. Their music was loud and their behaviour was wild; Cadet Armitage would report them all for gross misconduct to the head of the academy before sneaking back to his dorm and sleeping contently.
Hux chuckles to himself. He’s too busy reminiscing about those times at the academy to hear the footsteps behind him, to smell the scent of a sexually aggressive alpha in the air. The moment he doesn’t become aware, it’s too late. A hand is clasped over his mouth and he’s being pulled into a quieter and narrower corridor, body shoved against the wall.
His belly is full of whiskey and rum, sloshing around and making the feeling of panic more like a herd of banthas raging through his gut. His attacker is laughing, pressing their large body against Hux’s, forcing the omega to share the heat radiating from their knot.
“Little General,” the officer says. “You should know better than to leave a party alone. Didn’t anyone teach you that a lone omega is the perfect prey? You never know who might be watching you.”
Hux blink, suppressing a moan when the officer’s knee presses up between his pliant legs. He recognises the man—alpha—to be Colonel Verral, a very capable and well-trained officer who helped lead the last of their troops to victory in Vomian’s capital.
“Colonel,” Hux pants, struggling against the alpha’s great weight and against the blurriness of his own alcoholic intoxication. “Get your hands off me.”
“I saw how you were looking at me in that last siege, omega,” Verral says, practically drooling. He’s drunk too, though much more heavily than Hux. There’s a distant look in his dark eyes, one that only comes with copious amounts of alcohol. “You wanted me. You saw how strong I was in the face of danger. You were…turned on.”
“I assure you, Colonel, that I was not.”
“Even now, I can smell it on you.” Verral leans in and presses his lips against Hux’s cheek, licking his way down to his neck.
Hux cries out, throwing his head back, “Uh, no! Please, stop! I have an alpha, you asshole!”
“Where is he, little omega?”
“Behind you.”
The sudden use of Kylo’s powers brings Hux to his knees too, having been held up by the invading alpha’s body and, now that he’s been flung across the corridor, the shaking omega can’t find the strength to stand. He trembles, suppressing the urge to throw up.
“I thought you comm’d me to tell me you’d meet me outside,” Hux says, plonking his ass down on the floor and resting his spinning head back against the wall.
“I did,” Kylo says. “I got caught on the dancefloor. The kids wouldn’t let me out.”
Hux blinks, finding that his alpha has very two very flushed cheeks and some celebratory confetti in his dark hair. Even his clothes are askew.
“Ren. How much have you had to drink?”
Kylo looks at his fingers for a moment as if counting but then frowns, pouting. “More than usual.”
“The ‘usual’ is none.”
“True.” The alpha flops down beside his mate, taking him into his arms and cuddling him close until the scent of the invading alpha is gone from Hux’s senses. “Sorry I was late.”
The unconscious form of Colonel Verral lies in a heap across the way. Hux brings his knees up to his chest and curls into Kylo’s side, though they both end up sliding down until they’re lying on the floor, wrapped in each other’s arms.
“Don’t ever be late again,” Hux says, eyes fluttering shut as sleep nears. “Damn alphas.”
Kylo hums, pressing a kiss to the top of Hux’s head.
“Yes, omega.”
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The generals darling (yandere!Armitage hux x reader) WIP
read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/7oM1LR9
by CannibalCorpse193
The reader and hux are reunited childhood friends who both had a similar life for the most part and were separated in college aka military training but end up meeting again because kylo ren seems to has been dating the heroic lieutenant. As the events of the sequel trilogy happen kylo through the force finds out his soulmate is rey and breaks it off with the reader leaving hux to take them and slowly mold everything around then to make Y/N fall for him and get the thrown he deserves even if he hasn't to somehow murder snoke himself or even team up with kylo ren. In the end is it worth it and will you save him like he has saved you even if your trapped and forced to be his queen/king...even if there's nothing left but him and the first order. Either way your trapped with your new genocidal soulmate who murdered your abusive family for you 🤭❤ so romantic (WIP may change it up a bit give me suggestions if you want it's much appreciated)
Words: 281, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English
Fandoms: Star Wars Sequel Trilogy
Rating: Mature
Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death, Rape/Non-Con
Categories: Multi
Characters: Ben Solo, Ben Solo | Kylo Ren, Reader, Kylo Ren, Armitage Hux, Rey (Star Wars), Snoke (Star Wars), Phasma (Star Wars), Dopheld Mitaka, Finn (Star Wars), Poe Dameron, Leia Organa, Original First Order Characters (Star Wars), Original Droid Characters (Star Wars), Original Resistance Characters (Star Wars), Millicent the Cat (Star Wars)
Relationships: Armitage Hux/Reader, Armitage Hux & Reader, Armitage Hux/You, Armitage Hux & Millicent the Cat, Armitage Hux & Snoke, Kylo Ren/Rey, Kylo Ren/Reader, Kylo Ren & Reader, Kylo Ren & You, Snoke & Ben Solo | Kylo Ren, Rey & Ben Solo
Additional Tags: Character Death, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Implied/Referenced Torture, Implied/Referenced Cheating, Soulmates, Yandere, Attempted Murder, Murder, Psychological Torture, Torture, Platonic Relationships, Manipulation, Force Mind Reading (Star Wars), Reader-Insert, Genocide, Paranoia, Unhealthy Relationships, Almost Kiss, Romantic Soulmates, Exes, Childhood Sweethearts, Childhood Friends, Childhood Trauma, Near Death Experiences, Manipulative Relationship, Emotional Manipulation, Forced Marriage, Abusive Relationships, Abusive Parents, Force-Sensitive Reader
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The Duchess and The Bastard (II) - Counting Falling Stars
Summary: Rey is the only possible heir to the Dukedom of Sith, and her grandfather decided she is at the right age to marry whatever man. He only asks that he is a noble with a lower rank than the Palpatines and faithful to his wife.
The Princess' son, Lord Ben Solo, fits both categories.
If only grandfather didn't despise him for being a bastard.
WC: 1.5k words
Warnings: Fluff. Victorian AU. Love at first sight?
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One by one, Rey talked, danced and felt disappointed by her suitors.
Lord Hux was very boring and stiff. He barely danced, and barely looked at Rey’s face while they talked. His tastes were also the most boring she had ever heard of, and she was dreading every second she spent at his side.
Poe, Lord Dameron, son of the Earl of Donadea, was nice and very handsome, but they were both too uninterested in one another to make a pair, and he kept asking about her family friend Finn in a way that suggested a different kind of interest. He would be a good friend, but she could see he wasn't interested in being her husband and was here thanks to his parents' insistence.
Dopheld Mitaka, a Lieutenant, third son of the Viscount of Hardine, was the third suitor she talked to. He wasn't boring but certainly behaved like she was. Whenever she spoke, he spaced out and didn't listen to a single word coming from her lips.
Lord D'Acy, Viscount D'Acy, was the exact opposite. He never let her speak, going on and on and on about himself and his life, his money and whatever else he found interesting.
General Quinn, the 10th son of the Duke of Munica, was too drunk by the time she even thought of speaking to him.
All five suitors were disappointment after disappointment.
Lord Ben Solo was nowhere to be seen.
Not that she was looking, of course.
Rey walked out of the manor, briefly too bothered by the loud sounds, and took in a deep long breath. If those five were the only men available for her to marry, then getting married would be a sacrifice.
"Lady Rebecca," she heard, and turned her head to the door, raising her eyes to find Mister Snoke walking in her direction.
Mister Snoke was a widower merchant, new money, with no title of his own and no children.
He was also older than her father would be had he been alive now.
There was no reason for him to be talking to her. Grandfather didn't even like him, he thought he was just a greedy little peasant who didn't know his place.
"Mister Snoke."
He bowed respectfully.
"I heard it was your birthday," he told her, stepping closer to her, and putting his hand in the inside pocket of his jacket. "I brought you a gift."
Rey took a step to be further away from him again.
"I'm afraid you have it wrong, sir," she squeezed her fingers in her hand, nervous.
She was all alone now.
"It's my grandfather's birthday," she explained. "Not mine."
Snoke's fingers continued to move in the pockets, and he pulled a little sack from inside, and pulled a green stoned necklace from inside it.
"Well, I still have a gift for you," he smiled at her.
Rey looked around. Mister Snoke was standing on the path to the door inside, and she would need to pass by him if she wanted to walk inside.
"I'm afraid I can't accept it, sir," she answered, at last. "But thank you."
Snoke took another step to her, and she took another step back.
"Are you sure?" he asked.
She swallowed down, nervous, looking for a way out. Before she did, however, Snoke stood straighter and looked at something behind her, losing the smile on his lips.
"The lady is trying to tell you to get out in a polite way," a dark voice said behind her. "You should go, Mister Snoke."
The older man looked at her, but she moved her gaze away. Finally, Snoke walked away.
"You are saved, my lady," her saviour told her, sounding amused.
Rey turned around and sucked in a long surprised breath when she realised who was by her side.
"Lord Solo," she curtsied.
He chuckled when she rose back up.
"My lady," he bowed politely, lips curled in amusement. "Why are you curtsying to me? I am no one."
She stared at him, wordless for a moment while her cheeks heated up in utter embarrassment, and her heart raced in a strange emotion.
"You are the princess' son," she answered him, at last.
Benjamin Solo watched her, lowering his face slowly and cocking his head to the side. He was so much taller from afar, with a long nose and plushy lips that looked like they would be wonderful to kiss.
"I'm the Princess' bastard," he corrected her. "You are soon to be a Duchess, so..."
Slowly, he put a hand over his stomach and bowed again.
"I bow to you."
She swallowed down, licking her lips and breathless. She didn’t even know why she was breathing so fast, so hard.
“I’ll leave you be, my lady,” he looked up at her face.
Rey’s eyes widened.
No! Why would he leave?!
“Don’t,” she spoke quickly, and felt the warmth on her cheeks moving to her neck and chest. Oh, her ears must have been so red right now.
Lord Solo’s eyes fell on her face, curious, and she cleared her throat, recovering quickly.
“I …” she looked for words. “I haven’t dismissed you yet.”
Lord Solo cocked an eyebrow at her, half-smirking, interested.
“Of course,” he agreed. “How rude of me, my lady.”
Rey rose her chin, a little more comfortable and cocky.
“What are you doing outside?” she asked. “The part is still going on.”
He stood a little straighter and looked inside before looking at her again.
“What are you going outside?” he asked. “It is your grandfather’s party.”
She just shrugged.
“I wanted a moment away,” she affirmed. “To take in a breath.”
She absolutely was not looking for him.
Benjamin hummed a little bit.
“I’m waiting for a meteor shower,” he explained, looking over his shoulder.
She perked up, interested.
“A meteor shower?” she asked.
Lord Solo checked the insides and then looked behind his shoulder again and offered her a hand.
“Sit with me,” he asked her. “And you’ll see.”
Rey took his hand and followed him to one of the seats in the garden, and sat by his side under the moon, and they fell into silence.
She was ready to ask him what they were waiting for when her eyes caught it: a single star falling from the sky, then followed by another.
Soon, many stars were falling, lighting up the sky like a show of fireworks.
It was beautiful.
She let her hand fall on the seat and jumped when she felt his fingers under her, pulling away quickly, and Benjamin turned to look at her just as she did.
The meteors were still falling when he turned his hand up, resting it on the seat and looking at her hand before she placed it over his. His fingers wrapped slowly around hers, and she took in a deep breath, facing forward again.
Rey exhaled slowly as she watched it. His hand was warm and soft against her while his thumb moved over her skin slowly and very gently, palm and fingers so big it engulfed hers completely.
Too soon, the meteor shower was over, and the sky went back to its normal state, and it took her a long moment before she felt brave enough to look at Ben Solo again.
“See?” he asked. “Way better than that party.”
She giggled, smiling, but stood up when she heard someone clearing their throat behind her, releasing his hand and standing quickly on her feet. A few steps away from her, Rose was watching them with an amused smile.
“Good evening, my lord,” she looked at him.
Rose was her best friend since childhood, and the second daughter of an Earl.
“Paige told me your grandfather is looking for you,” she told her. “I can only cover up for so long.”
Rey nodded along, quickly rushing to her.
Of course! She was away for too long!
“I’m sorry, my lord,” she looked at him. “I have to go.”
Benjamin didn’t protest. Instead, he stood and watched her rush to Rose’s side.
“It was a pleasure, my lady,” he bowed to her. “Lady Tico.”
“Good evening, Lord Solo,” she greeted him.
The two girls turned away and were ready to walk out when he spoke again.
“When can I see you again, Lady Rebecca?” he asked.
She gasped, surprised. Before she could say anything else, Rose rested a hand on her back.
“My sister is throwing a small engagement party,” she told him. “You should come, Lord Solo.”
Lord Solo smiled and walked away, leaving the two alone, and Rey giggled, squeezing her hand.
“Rose!” she squeaked.
“You own me,” Rose whispered. “When a man looks at you the way he does, it’s meant to be.”
Rey giggled, moving her hands to her face and feeling herself hot red.
Oh, this was so stupid of her. She couldn’t be falling for a man she had barely spoken to, right?
Right?!
“Come on,” her best friend pulled her along. “Your grandfather is waiting.”
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