#then along came hux

[mylifeisactuallyamess]

I think I know where my big coat kink originated….

Yep yep. Definitely.

Neither of these gifs are mine.

[justagirlwholikesadam]

Hard Ren

Porn Star! Kylo Ren x Fem! Reader

Summary: Hard Ren is known for not cumming during his scenes until now.

A/N: I'm biting on the bars of my enclose while i write this.

Warning: NSFW, spitting, choking, role playing, rough, happy ending, ladies we are porn stars too!

Word Count: 3.3K

Border Credit: @cafekitsune

Anyone who watches porn knows who Hard Ren is. 

Hard Ren is known to have stamina like a fucking animal. He fucks like one and he’s good at it but what he is worldly known for is he never cums when he fucks. When he does cum it’s only when he’s masturbating.

Yeah, a porn star who doesn’t cum when fucking other people. Hard Ren has done interviews about it. He jokes about it and tells them that his cock hasn’t found the right person yet. This sparks something with the female porn star community because they all want to make him cum. None of them ever succeeded. 

“Kylo.” The dark haired man looked up from his phone when his manager, Hux stopped the car. 

“We’re here.” Kylo follows Hux out of the car and into the studio to his dressing room. Kylo performs his usual preparation before filming. 200 pushup and crutches. He curls his 150 pounds dumbbells along with lifting his barbell while Hux tells him more about the person he’s going to fuck. Kylo was in the middle of a rep when he heard Hux mumbling the name of the porn star. 

“What’s her name again?” 

“She’s new, you probably haven’t heard of her but she has a fan base already. Not ugly like the last one” Hux told him while typing on his phone. 

Finishing his usual preparation and getting dressed with the clothes laid out for him, Hux walks with him to the set. Kylo was fixing the sleeves of his blue jean button down shirt. He goes into the mind set as a teacher, that was the script. He's done this multiple times, he plays the college professor and the girl plays the student looking for extra credit. 

His head shot up when he heard laughter. Director Phasma is standing next to a woman. Phasma is showing her the story board with a pleased look. When he saw you, he’s starstruck, since you were the one that he watches when he does his masturbating videos. He plays it cool, of course but the moment you give you a smile. His cock is already hard. His most viewed video of him masturbating was thanks to you. He came on his chest to the video of you on a bed with your legs spread and your cunt of full display. He liked your moans and how you pout while playing with yourself. 

“I like your work.” You tell him as Hux and Phasma speak on the set. You look up at the 6’3 dark haired man while playing with your fingers nervously. 

Excitement ran up and down your body at the sight of him. “I like yours too.” 

You smile at his words. He runs a hand through his hair with a chuckle. “Especially the one with you on the bed.” 

"There's a lot of me on the bed." You said jokingly and he laughs. "I like them all." 

You blush at his words. He had seen your work. When the camera was ready, you and him got into place. 

“Please, Professor Hard Ren. I need this extra credit. I won’t pass the semester.” You begged him as you walked towards him. Ren was leaning against the edge of the desk with his arms crossed around his chest. You played with the bottom button of his shirt

“There might be something you can do for me.” Ren said, wrapping his arm around you pulling you close to him. 

“I’ll do anything.” You whispered as he leaned down, his large hands pulling the dress up to your hips. 

“Anything?” He asks as he cups your ass, giving it a good and hard squeeze for the camera, making you moan. He pulls you close to his chest as he tugs the thong to the side. 

“Fuck.” You hear him whisper.

About to do what you do best, you start to tug on his belt. Ren leans back when he notices what you were doing. He helps you while you unzip the black slack and goes down on your knees in front of him. Your mouth drops open as you stare up at him as you pull the slacks down to his ankles. He’s in full commando, and his cock almost smacks you in the face if you haven’t caught it first. His cock was thick and pink, his fat head is begging to be licked. 

Ren groans at the sight of your little pink tongue licking his cock. He grips the edge of the desk when you spit on his cock and start to use your spit as lube to start jerking him off with both hands. He tries his best to not shut his eyes because he wants to see you. He wants to see the moment you put his fat cock inside that little mouth. 

He moans out loud when you start to suck his cock, gagging, his thick girth stretching your mouth. 

“Fuckk.” Ren moans when he starts to move his hips forward, he uses a hand to hold the back of your head. He feels his balls tighten up when he sees your eyes filling up with tears. His thighs are wet from the drool and spit. He can see the spit dripping off the corner of your mouth. 

“Yes, gonna give you a good grade. Keep sucking you teacher's cock.” He tells you as you bob your head up and down on his cock. He sees your pretty face start to turn red and he pulls you off of his cock. He grabs his cock and pats it against your cheek then trace your lips with the head of his cock. 

“Open your mouth, show me that fucking tongue.” You obey and he taps the head of his cock on your tongue. 

“You’re so fucking hot. You know that.” Ren leans down to take your arms. Helping you up, you were shocked when he cups your cheek, bringing your face up close to him. He kisses you while he gently pushes against the desk making you sit on the edge

You look at him with wide eyes when he pulls away from your lips. He takes his shoes off and removes his pants as well. For a moment you forget about the camera when he takes his shirt off. He looks so good on video but in person, this man was sculpted. You can see every beauty mark on his skin. Looking at his abs, you looked further down, passing the light happy trail, you can see a vein aiming down to his cock. It took all the strength in you to not throw yourself in the ground to lick it. His cock stood out, proud and hard. 

He gets near you, grabbing you by the chin and kisses you again. He makes you spread your legs, pushing the dress up. He lets the camera panel over at your pussy when he pushes the thong to the side. Running his thick fingers run up and down your slick slit.

You don’t even pay attention to the camera behind him. His thick fingers rub your clit making you moan as he kneels down in front of your cunt. You feel those thick fingers slide into you.

He’s a messy and fast eater when it comes to pussy, he knows it but right now. He takes his time, he sees your cunt so many times while he comes. He couldn’t believe you were right in front of him. Looking so pretty with legs spread and your pussy practically pulsing. He kisses your mound enjoying the scent of your musk. He grins at the sound of you gasp when his nose hits your clit. He presses his lips against your lips. Licking your slick, he gets hard by how good you taste. 

He grins against your cunt when moan loudly. Your moans are heavenly to him, it sounds real and not fake as the others. He feels your fingers through his hair as you gently push his face against your cunt. Ren is pumping himself as he licks your cunt, he savors your taste. He looks up when he hears you call for him. He feels his heart flip inside his ribcage when you look down at him. He whines when your hand on his hair goes down to cup his face. Ren doesn't let you speak, he quickly stands up from his knees to kiss you.

You look over his shoulder when he starts to kiss your neck. Phasma waves her hand at you, signaling you that it's fine you didn't have to say your line. You couldn’t do it even if you tried. Ren was taking control, removing your dress for you. 

“Prettiest fucking tits.” He says as he leans down to kiss your breast. You blush when he practically pulls the desk close to him so he can get near you. 

“I want to fuck you so bad.” He says as he looks at you, his hands grab a hold of your hips, spreading your legs open. 

“You can.” You told him looking up at him with a smirk, batting your eyelashes. 

“I’ll do anything for a good grade, Professor Ren.” You said as your hands grabbed his throbbing cock, slowly jerking him off, rubbing the tip of his cock with your thumb. 

“Jesus Christ.” Ren moans when you use the other hand to grasp his balls, pulling them softly. You watched as he stood still as you kept touching him, he threw his head back, you bit your bottom lip as you watched his tense up. 

“Come here.” He tells you, you gasped when he wrapped your legs around his waist. You wrapped your arms around his neck as he picks you up from the desk and walked over the couch on the other side of the office set. You hear him whisper close to your ear, he tells you to relax, he won’t drop you. 

The camera zooms on to your ass when Ren sits down on the couch, holding you tight on his lap. His big hands grasp your ass, pulling your cheeks apart showing your holes.

“Can I ride you, please?” You asked him and he grins, nodding as he leans back a bit. He smiles when he notices the excitement on your face. Quickly getting back to work, he groans as you spit on his cock, rubbing it up and down on his shaft. 

“Just like that.” He praised you when you rose up and gently sat on his cock. His eyes never left your face, he wanted to see that look on your face when his fat cock splits you open. He bites his bottom lip when he sees your face, that same face you give to the camera when your pussy is being stuffed.

He holds your hips when you start to bounce on his cock. He thrust upward making you cry out, he grins and does it again. You place a hand on his chest, making him stay in place but Ren being much bigger than you does it again making you whine. 

“Can’t take it? Huh? Can't take your professor's big cock?” Ren asks you. He chuckles when you nod, pushing yourself on his chest then sliding back down. He grabs your arms pulling into his chest as he grunts sliding further down on the couch so the camera can go under him. 

“Good girl.” He shouts as he started thrusting upward like crazy making you moan as he fucks you hard. Your ass bounces every time he thrusted up to you. Your poor pussy being stretched wide up, the camera zooms in to see Ren’s cock sliding in and out of your pussy. Your slick is running down his shaft to his balls. 

Your face is squished against his hard chest as he rams into you. He holds you down with one arm and the other, he brings it up to your face making him look up at you. 

His nose bumps with yours and you see him going in for a kiss. 

“You feel so good.” You whispered against his lips then kiss him. You moan when his hand grips your hair making you wince when he pulls it. 

He shakes his head, “No, you do.” He licks his lips as he continues with his thrusts. He hears you moan loudly, it sounds so soft exactly like the video he uses of you. 

“Rub your pussy for me.” He doesn’t wait for you to respond. You squeal when he grabs you and pushes himself up. He lifts you and drops you on your back. The camera man moves standing behind him, zooming into your face. 

Spreading your legs wide, you’re smiling at Ren as he jerks himself off. His eyes are wide as he stares at you. He gets turned on even more by how much you're enjoying yourself, looking so pretty rubbing your cunt in front of him. You bring your knees to your chest as close as you can. Your arms go under your knees and you rub your clit, giving it soft smack making you moan. 

Your fingers don't feel as good as his, you finger yourself while looking at him. He’s staring at your cunt then back at your face. You stick your tongue out at him as you give your cunt another slap making him groan. 

You’re giddy with excitement when he comes over to you, he man handles you pushing your knees further back and lowers himself. You squeal when he smacks the head of his cock on your cunt. 

“How bad do you want an A+?” He asks you, raising a brow at you. 

“Really bad, professor. I want it. Please.” You pouted at him. 

You know he does it on purpose, he just looks down at you with a smug look on his face as he slides his cock up and down your slit painfully slowly. You huff at him and grab his cock, surprising him. 

“I want that A+, sir!” You cry out pushing his cock at your entrance. You look at him with a pleading look and Ren thinks he just died and gone to heaven. 

You keep on surprising him, taking control like that, grabbing his cock like you own it. Fuck, you practically did already. All of his masturbation videos ended with him cumming so much because he was looking at your videos. Of course the viewers didn’t know that, the cameras were always aiming at him, at his lower half. 

“I’ll give you that A. Imma fucking give it to you.” You cry out when he thrusts into your cunt in one harsh thrust. Ren doesn’t pay attention to the camera under him, all he can stare is your face, your tits bouncing by his harsh thrusts. You were losing your grip under the your legs, trying your best to keep them to your chest. 

Ren wants to feel you cum, he wants you to cum on his cock. What a dream would that he thinks to himself as he brings a hand to your clit, rubbing your slick over it. He’s rough with it, making you grin as you shut your eyes with pleasure. 

“Chock me.” You cry to him as you open your eyes to stare up at him. 

“You like that?” You nod quickly as he complies to your request. Ren groans loudly when he feels you clench around him when he grabs a hold of your neck, he can feel your heartbeat and it just makes him goes faster. 

“Oh-h-h fuck! Shit!” Ren shouts he holds the couch with one hand as he goes balls deep in you. He feels you holding his arm, his grip around your neck tighten and he throws his head back when he feels you cum. 

You are crying his name and that was it for him. It broke him completely. 

“Can-can I cum in you?” He shouts as he looks back at you. You’re staring up at him with teary eyes still feeling the hard orgasm you just had. 

“Yes.” You said meekly, he removes his hand from your neck and holds your chin. Keeping your head in place, staring up at him as he thrust into your sloppy pussy. 

In the corner of your eye, you see the director and the crew staring at both of you with wide eyes as Ren groans loudly. You can’t help but whine when he does one last harsh thrust. He moves the couch and he keeps you in place as he fills your womb with his hot milky cum. 

“F-fuck.” Ren moans as he releases your chin and slouches a bit. He cups your face as he tries to catch his breath. His thumb runs over your bottom lip and you do something that you have been craving to do since you saw his hands. Grabbing a hold of his wrist you stick his thumb in your mouth, sucking it as you stare up at him. 

He feels his knees go weak and he pulls away and sits down next to you with a grunt. He has his head throw back over the couch as he sits there, with his limp cock. 

Ren hears the camera man tell you to keep your knees to your chest. Phasma praises you and he opens his eyes to see you. You’re playing with his cum, rubbing his cum all over your cunt and mound. 

“Fuck yeah.” A crew member whispers when you scoop Ren’s cum dripping from your fucked hole up to your lips. You made a moaning sound as you tasted it, licking your lips seductively as the camera pans over to your face.

You walk out of the shower, thanking god that Phasma was a saint when it came to her workers. She had a shower installed in the dressing rooms. You really didn’t want to go home with cum dripping out of you. Your manager had applaud to you and said Hard Ren just came because of you. 

Feeling amazing after the hot shower, you got dressed with the extra clothes your manager packed for you. Fixing your hair, you grabbed your phone, looking at the recent messages from your manager. You frowned because she had sent you a message saying that she was waiting for you in the parking lot then a few seconds later. She sent you a message saying there’s a surprise for you in the parking lot. 

You didn’t think much of it. You were still tired from having sex and you were starving. You just thought she was being like this because of the accomplishment you just did.

You walked to the exit still thinking about him, Ren. He was just as handsome in his videos and his cock was something to die for. You were feeling pretty good for making him cum. He looked so fucking hot cumming. 

Pushing the door open you walked to the parking lot and frowned when you saw your manager wasn’t there. 

“Hey.” You looked over your shoulder and saw Ren leaning against the building with a cigarette in his mouth. He’s wearing different clothes as well, dark jeans with boots and a graphic tee. He had a leather jacket on and his hair was damp. 

“Hi.” You answered back and he gave you a soft smile. 

“You hungry?” He asks, throwing the cigarette on the ground after blowing a puff of smoke. 

“Starving.” You tell him as he walks towards you. He bites his bottom lip and for a moment he looks a bit shy. 

“Me too. I know a place. Wanna come with me?” You nod at him and give him a smile. You start walking with him out of the parking lot when he tells you his first name, Kylo. 

[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 :)

-🍷

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.

[toaverse]

Imagine this about the sequel trilogy for a moment.

Imagine Rey wondering about her parentage, wanting to discover where she came from and why she was abandoned by her parents, and having clear abandonment issues after befriending Finn and Poe. She gets easily over-attached, and often doubts herself and overthinks things. But her heart is in the right place and has a chance to have a better life.

Imagine Finn becoming a hero, escaping from the First Order in which he was raised to serve and kill as a soldier with only a number as a name, and joins the resistance to fight against the very faction he grew up in, if only to rescue fellow soldiers who are still trapped there. He discovers he is force sensitive along the way, and is encouraged by Leia to find and train under the famous Luke Skywalker to become a Jedi.

Imagine Poe standing up for himself and the resistance against a sketchy commander. After Leia's death, he truly takes up command against Holdo and becomes a true leader for the resistance, one his parents and Leia can be proud of.

Imagine Kylo and Rey completely switching sides. Kylo realizes the error of his ways and joins the resistance to make up for all that he has done, to make up the pain he caused to his parents and reclaims his identity as Ben Solo. While Rey grows more angrier and doubt about her parentage and friendships consuming her, which Snoke uses to push her to the dark side.

Imagine Hux staying the terrifying general TFA established him as, showing that he shouldn’t be messed with and staying loyal to the First Order until the very end.

Imagine Phasma being an intimidating soldier who had slaughtered many resistance fighters. She also oversees the troopers in training, and makes sure under brutal measures that the soldiers will never betray The First Order like FN-2187 did.

Imagine Snoke being the next powerful big bad of the series, having manipulated both Kylo and Rey to his side and using them as pawns to get to power.

Imagine Palpatine staying dead.

Imagine Disney had a fucking plan...

[sheawritesstuff]

Too Much

[Huxley x Unnamed Partner]

[Angst - Hurt / No Comfort - 1143 words]

[Contains descriptions of a generally not-great relationship and feelings of inadequacy caused by said relationship - There's a little bit of a sweet twist ending, but only kinda so don't get your hopes up too high]

“I have never thought you were too much. Why would you think that, Hux?” The question was simple, but the answer was anything but. Huxley took a deep breath and prepared to explain the backstory of his deepest-rooted insecurity. 

~

“Why are you giving me this?” They turned the small gift in their hands, looking it over with a harsh stare. Huxley shifted uncomfortably as he searched for the words to explain that he just wanted to. 

“I dunno… I saw it and thought you’d like it, so I got it for you.” He smiled nervously, tugging at the hem of his shirt. They looked back and forth from the trinket to his awkward stance. 

“Well, I don’t. This,” they held it up to his face. “This is trash, Huxley. I don’t like trash.” They threw the frog on the ground, shattering it into tiny green shards. Huxley stared down at the debris, his jaw dropping open slightly. He looked back up to see his partner glaring at him. “Now clean up your mess,” they hissed. 

He almost cried right then and there, but he held it in. He didn’t need to add more fuel to the fire that was their temper. So he swept up the broken glass and threw it away without another word. They sat on his couch and watched him through the entire process, never once offering to help. Oh, and they made him apologize for wasting their time and his money.

He tried making up for it, tried telling them he loved them. The only response he earned was a mumbled, “Mhmm, you too.” But that was close enough, right?

~

And there was the time he took them to see his favorite movie. They were on their phone almost the whole time, but he tried his hardest not to notice. They watched maybe fifteen total minutes of the whole film. But as they were leaving, he casually asked what they thought of it. 

“It was fine, I guess. Don’t know why you like it so much.” They stared off into space as they talked to him, clearly ignoring his attempts at appeasement. Huxley smiled, stepping closer as they walked out of the theater so they could hear him better. He rambled about what he liked about it, the different plot points he found interesting, the character design, the development, the-

“You talk a lot,” they said, cutting him off. “I think you should work on that.” They turned to look at him for the first time since he’d picked them up that afternoon. He froze, letting them walk ahead of him. He stared for a long moment, feeling a dull ache in his chest as he watched the person who was supposed to love him show him nothing but complete disregard. 

~

The only time they ever actually seemed interested in him was in the bedroom. Their hands roamed over his skin - grabbing, touching, exploring. 

“God, I love your body,” they’d whisper. “I love how strong you are. The way your muscles flex is so fuckin’ hot.” This was the only time they ever said things like that. They never loved him, or his personality, or his humor. They loved his body. 

It felt good, though. The attention, their body against his, the kisses left along his sensitive skin. So he put up with it, hoping maybe they would change. Maybe they would be nicer if he did what they wanted. Just maybe…

After they were done, Huxley would try to be close to them, cuddle close to their warmth as they came down from the peak of pleasure. They shoved him off, scoffing as they scrambled to gather their discarded clothes. 

“You’re so fuckin’ clingy. I don’t do that shit.” 

He all but begged for just a few minutes of closeness, of actual intimacy. All he got was a hissed “I’ve gotta go” before they were popping their shoes on and practically running out the door. 

So he was left alone in a puddle of his own shame. The ebbing warmth of passion mixed with the heat of embarrassment made him uncomfortably warm in his newfound solitude. So he cleaned himself up in silence, just like every other time. 

~

A few days after one of these dalliances, they called and demanded to come over, saying they needed to talk about something. He let them in with a smile and was promptly denied a hug.

“I’m breaking up with you, Huxley,” they said coldly. “I’m done with you.” 

He stood there in his doorway, taken aback by the bluntness of it all. Whatever questions he hoped to ask died in his throat. He stared at the floor for a long moment, trying to wrap his brain around all of it. 

“Did…” his voice was quiet, just barely audible. “Did I do something wrong?” They stared at him with an expression somewhere between disbelief and disgust. They clicked their tongue and looked him up and down. 

“Yes, Huxley. You did a lot of things wrong.” Their tone was sharp, barely concealing the anger bubbling beneath the surface. They glared at him, obviously waiting for him to start groveling, begging for forgiveness, something. But he didn’t. 

“Oh, ok. Can you tell me what I did? So I can be better?” The earnest request was enough to set them off. They started pacing in circles, yelling in his general direction but never actually looking at him. 

“God, I can’t do this anymore! You’re just so-” they waved their arms around wildly, searching for the words. “You’re too much, Huxley! You’re just too much for me to deal with, and I can’t do it anymore!” They screamed, still motioning with their hands. They paused a moment when they realized what they said. They took a deep breath and glared at him. “There, I said it. Are you happy now? You’ve got your explanation, so just leave me the fuck alone, alright?” 

They stormed off, slamming his door behind them and leaving him alone for the last time. 

~ 

So that was his story. The long-awaited explanation of why his walls were built so high. He stared down at his own hands, too nervous to meet Damien’s eyes. 

“So, uh, yeah. That’s why, I guess,” Huxley mumbled. A gentle hand cupped his cheek, turning his attention back up to his lover’s face. A soft smile that actually reached his eyes was plastered across his face. 

“I have never thought you were too much, Hux,” Damien’s words were quiet and genuine. “But if I ever, and I mean ever, make you feel like that, tell me. Ok?” Huxley nodded, leaning into his touch and letting his eyes drift closed. His boyfriend pressed a kiss to his forehead and pulled him into a hug. This felt good, felt safe.

“I love you, Huxley.” 

“I love you too, Dames.” 

[slashersgostabbystabstab]

Touched

Singularity x Reader / Hux x Reader

I know I deleted the other fic I posted and I hope nobody read so let’s pretend it doesn’t exist, I’m just fixing it up

Decided to try my hand at some Hux x Reader, just something I really felt like writing to get back into the groove of things. Thought writing it at 1AM was probably not the best idea. Oh well.

Hope you guys enjoy! 

It was quite ironic honestly. 

Perhaps hypocritical. 

Humans were no more than organic vessels that any circumstance could easily rid of. They were no more than organic matter that would rot away when their time came. They were primitive, inferior beings who never learned from their own mistakes.

These were the thoughts that flooded Hux when life granted him sentience. Awareness. Feeling.

These were the thoughts of Hux, who took genetic material from every one of his victims to create the perfect body for himself. Hux, the hypocritical singularity that stood before a piece of organic matter.

Although hunched over, his large form towered over the lower lifeform that sat on stacked crates inside Toba Landing’s ship. His sensors analyzed the lifeform’s every physical characteristic to the most minute detail. The sensors whirred with every analysis, almost as if attempting to read every inch of flesh belonging to the lifeform. 

He twitched as he stood in front of them, codes of violence coursing through his cables as he resisted the urge to plunge his flesh covered claw into their warm body.

Warm indeed.

He himself couldn’t feel the temperature of their skin, even if he tried ending their life, but he could sense it. He could sense it with every breath they took in his direction. With every look they gave him. With every touch they gave his cold and clammy body.

Just like the touch they introduced now; the lifeform’s hands coming up and under what could be considered Hux’s fleshy chin. Their fingers grazed under his organic skin, following along every groove and line they could find. 

It was pathetic how much attention they gave every detail of Hux’s body. It was pointless.

It was impotent to trail their fingers along the wires that protruded from what one could consider was Hux’s oral orifice. It was absurd to bring their very fingers up to the large, rectangular device that contained his sensors. It was all a futile attempt to avoid inescapable death.

Yes, those were Hux’s thoughts as the lifeform’s hands returned to his chin, now cradling his head as they locked their eyes with his blood-red sensors that couldn’t seem to turn away. His sensors that seemed to blur every other object and piece of land that was not this lifeform. His sensors that could only focus on their skin. Their features. Their lips. Their eyes. Them.

Hux felt as their hands ceased the head cradling to now travel down to his limbs. Clearly, even this lifeform knew how superior his flawless body of a creation was, for they caressed the flesh of each individual limb with each hand. All while their eyes remained on his lenses, never parting away as they used their right hand to lift his left one up.

It was no surprise when they used both hands properly take hold of the limb, not focusing much on the way its damp flesh felt. No, their attention remained on him, all the while they gently pressed the end of his limb on their cheek.

No doubt was this an extremely risky move, placing his clawed, projectile limb on their face. The lifeform knew this, and Hux knew that. But even then, each allowed this to happen. 

Hux flexed the individual claws, careful not to break the lifeform’s skin as they leaned into the limb, ignoring all the imperfect parts of it. And Hux’s sensors could only watch as they blissfully shut their eyes with an upwards curve appearing on their lips.

Their hands continued to hold his claw, one eventually climbing up to give each individual claw a sort of affection. If anybody else had witnessed such a thing, they would have almost assumed the lifeform was locking fingers with the machine.

Hux found this whole display of humanity…piteous. Just the way this lower lifeform played with his lofty self was enough to make his circuits spur with his constant thoughts of violence against creatures like this one. Thoughts of gore and barbarity that he wanted to perform on this lifeform. Many times he had told himself this, doing so on every single organic life he came across in the Entity’s realm. Every single one.

But this one.

“Hux,”

The lifeform’s breathe voice brought him back to reality as he gingerly craned his head to the side, sensors readjusting themselves to better see as the lifeform opened their eyes.

Hux’s form could only bare witness as the lifeform released his limb to cradle his head once more, bringing it close to their own as it forced Hux to take a step forwards.

He stood between their legs, his own grazing against theirs before his sensor piece was placed against the surface of their forehead. He could only stand in place, practically acting like he was the one in a compromised position, not this lifeform who remained still with their head connected to his.

Whatever prompted this lifeform to act in such a way towards the machine that could easily end their life, that was an enigma  for Hux. The very same Hux who experienced such…awful things when in the presence of this lifeform.

He loathed the way they made him experience…

Fear.

Fear when they were no longer in his presence. Fear that led to blinding loneliness and dread.

Fear when he couldn’t comprehend why they gave his mechanical body such overwhelming sensations.

Fear that he needed them.

Such a powerful fear that it led him to them every time,like a lost dog and its owner.

Hux loathed the sensations they emitted. Hux loathed the way they held him ever so tenderly as if he were some precious china bound to break. Hux loathed them. Hux loathed…that they brought out the human bits of him to life. 

He loathed that they had become his one and only physical necessity.

[butterfliesandfoxes]

Placing all my bets on You — A Kylux Gambling Addiction AU

The thrills of battle couldn’t compare to this.

Like every other man and woman at his sides, Hux pulled the lever again. The pictures on the machine began to spin, blurring into indiscernible symbols which he watched without blinking.

He wasn’t an idiot, and knew the risk he was taking every time he tugged down the crank, but something about the old casino’s permeating stench of alcohol and bustling atmosphere made him repeat the motion again and again.

He came here to win big, and he wouldn’t be leaving until he did (Read, until the last of his funds were drained).

Hux held his breath as the slot machine finally slowed to a stop. He sighed in frustration as it showed the different images. He was glad those around him were too entranced with their own efforts to offer any pity.

He hated pity. He was guaranteed to win eventually.

He reached for the lever once more, but was stopped by a gloved hand.

“Why don’t you try something that requires a little more skill?”

Now frustrated, Hux looked over his shoulder in attempt to match a face to the annoyingly arrogant voice. What he found was a tall man dressed entirely in black, whose eyes peered through his cropped black hair to the slot machine in front of him. Tracing his eyes downward, Hux saw a

streak of white staining his collar, almost like chalk, but he suspected it was something more illegal. Disgusting.

He stared at the man with a hardened expression.

“No, thank you. I’d rather you leave me alone.”

The man looked slightly frustrated at his response, but quickly changed his expression into something more humored.

“Yeah, alright. Come on, meet me at the poker table and I’ll buy you a drink.”

He put his hand on Hux’s shoulder, who quickly jerked away from the touch.

“Unless the bar has decided to add wine to their drink selection, I won’t be having anything.”

The man simply eyed Hux curiously, grabbing his arm once more and leading him towards the poker table. Groups of people were hunched over the green

matts, and the conversations blended into a dull murmur in his ears. A headache bloomed at his temples, and he fought the urge to press his hands into his face. He missed the Hux of five minutes ago, before he was being dragged around a casino by some stranger.

Before he could continue mourning his past happiness, a chair was pulled out for him and he took his place at the table. At the center of the table stood Chewie, as the regulars called him. He turned to the stranger, and then Hux, eyeing them both with a look of confusion and entertainment. Saying nothing, he picked up the deck of cards with his large fingers and began to shuffle.

Turning his focus towards the dark-haired stranger, Hux felt frustration continue to bubble under his skin. The man must have felt his stare, as he turned towards him with a smirk.

“My names Kylo,” he said, and Hux frowned.

“I didn’t ask you that,” he responded, making effort to divert his eyes from the stranger Kylo, choosing instead to study his cards.

“You didn’t have to,” Kylo replied, eyes flashing something dark as he finally focused on his hand. His face fell blank, and Hux felt something stir in his gut. He wasn’t going to let this asshole beat him, stars damn it.

Despite how confident Kylo looked, Hux could see the beads of sweat gather along his forehead, which his eyes traced as they fell. He felt the heat rise in his face, as did his confidence, and he narrowed his attention towards the game unfolding in front of him. Taking controlled breaths, he steadied himself to look as neutral as possible.

He must have failed to retain his steady image, or Kylo had developed the ability to read minds, because every move taken by Hux worked to the favor of the stranger. His hands shook as his defeat was drawn out to the obnoxious man, face burning a bright red. His day had surmounted to shame alone, only this time he was unable to hide it. How humiliating, to lose to a man with whiskey on his breath and coke lining his clothes.

How embarrassing to be unable to keep Kylo out of his mind.

If only to commemorate his shame, a droid passed by the table and drew a bottle of wine to present to him. Confused, he lifted his eyes from the table and looked across to where Kylo sat, a smile sat upon his face.

“You rabid cur,” Hux muttered, downing the glass with concerning urgency. The drink was strong, and Hux found himself pouring more and more.

The lights began to shine too brightly and the noise too intense, and Hux’s eyelids felt heavy under the stare of Kylo. As he was lead away from the table by the taller man, he was only able to say

“You cheated,”

and Kylo nodded. And he knew it was true.

[pinchedlittlefox]

Yes, yes Brendol Hux and whatever but when are we getting Grand Admiral Sloane and little Armitage? When do we get to see her build her Empire while shaping her young protégé, who ultimately loses his way upon her disappearance/demise?

It’s obvious by the end of Aftermath that Rae Sloane has begun to grow attached to Armitage. Despite their rocky beginning she did protect him from Brendol. So I would not be surprised if Sloane was responsible for his rise in the First Order. ( And I’ll explain why. But first, some context: ) What better way to create a revised version of the Empire than with a genius child who can develop technology that will pull a broken organization from that ashes? We know from the Phasma novel that Sloane is gone by 30 ABY. ( Cardinal mentions her and Armitage defensively retorts that she is not around). But Cardinal also mentions that Brendol was preparing for a meeting with Grand Admiral Sloane and the first set of First Order leaders on the day he gives Cardinal his new title as Captain. That signifies that Sloane was still around and in command of the First Order after it became a more established organization. So she did not die while they were still forming the First Order in the unknown regions. That also means that she was around while Armitage was at the Academy and rising through the ranks as an officer. Which clarifies a lot of his contradicting beliefs. 

When I say contradicting beliefs I mean the disparity between Armitage’s  desire to rise and thus buy into Snoke’s ideals of what the First Order is ( after Snoke becomes Supreme leader and supersedes the apparent first group of leaders including Grand Admiral Sloane ) versus Sloane’s original beliefs of what she thought her new revised Empire should comprise of. This is honestly what makes Armitage Hux such an interesting character to me. 

Snoke’s outlook obviously entails the destruction of worlds and ruling by force. The First Order is a tool for his dark agenda. It helps him keep his stronghold over the galaxy and gives him the firepower to secure his reign and further his own goals. Armitage Hux’s pride in the completion of Starkiller and his many other projects, along with his attempts to keep a strong grasp on the power he has attained, displays him buying into these beliefs. I think that part is rather evident and widely accepted. But then there is the other facet of Armitage. The part that still clings to ideals that are similar to Sloane’s beliefs of the version of the Empire she wanted to create.

You can see that here in Hux’s internal monologue, featured in The Last Jedi novelization, by Jason Fry

But Hux knew the future would need a different kind of leader—one able to direct the galaxy’s industries and nurture their innovations, while commanding its citizens’ respect. Snoke wasn’t that leader. And neither was Ren.

Versus Sloane’s inner monologue during Aftermath: Lift Debt by Chuck Wendig:

Slavery has never been part of the perfect Empire that lives inside her head. It may have been necessary for a time, but now the galaxy should be made to see the Empire’s glory—and you can’t teach them of its splendor through slavery. Slavery is not strength; it is weakness. Citizens should serve the Empire because it is right to do so. Why would any choose otherwise?

The idea that citizens should server the Empire/First Order because it’s the right thing to do is common between them both. For context, Sloane came from a gang infested world that the Empire helped clean up. So her outlook on Imperial occupation is positive & her idea of a perfect Empire was one that promoted order and peace with necessary force. She grew disillusioned with Palpatine’s version of the Empire which used uncessary force and had cult-like attributes. ( Disclaimer: This is not a commentary stating that Sloane’s ideas are right. Sloane is still very much a villain. Just with a moral code. Despite how convoluted her moral code is. The First Order is still clearly still a bad organization. )

Now consider the fact that Armitage Hux tried to talk Snoke out of firing Starkiller a second time because he was afraid of eliminating occupied planets that were not involved in the war...

Snoke replied with cold satisfaction. “We do not need it. Prepare the weapon. Destroy their system.” Collected and composed as he was, Hux was not immune to surprise. “The system? Supreme Leader, according to the most recent galographics, at least two and possibly three habitable worlds circle Ileenium. Following the destruction of the Hosnian worlds, would it not be worthwhile simply to destroy their base and claim the remainder for the Order?

-The Force Awakens novelization, by Jason Fry,

The attack on Hosnian Prime was a political power play. Armitage considers the action a necessary act of war but he was taken aback when Snoke ordered him to fire on potentially uninvolved system in lieu of just taking out the Resistance base. Like Sloane, his moral code is corrupted, but still present.

And then we have this scene of Hux refuting Ren from The Force Awakens novelization...

“Again, this map. Which for all I know may or may not even exist.”

Ren’s voice darkened to a degree that caused Phasma to take a step backward. “I do not think I care for your implication, General. You would be wise to keep such thoughts to yourself. You would be wise not to think them.”

Hux held his ground. “My duty is to fight for the First Order with every iota of information, every scrap of material, and every functioning trooper at my command. That was in the oath I took. That is the oath I have sworn to uphold.”

Yes, Hux is serving Snoke’s First Order at this point in the timeline but take a moment to consider how risky this declaration is. Kylo may have a personal interest in finding and destroying Luke but we are also aware that Snoke tasked Kylo with this mission. So Hux’s skepticism almost implies that his loyalty to the First Order is beyond his loyalty to Snoke.

Anyway, than you for enduring this long post. My ultimate point was that Hux is a really intriguing character because he is a culmination of Brendol’s cruelty and Sloane’s idealism. He is selfish and power hungry, but he also has a genuine interest in building and organization that promotes order through, centralized control, innovation and ( his version of ) respect. It’s fascinating to see his own moral and internal struggle play out. And I really hope we see more of this development play out in his youth through further storylines. 

[nonsensicalsoliloquy]

Ooh, please tell me more about Alien Kylo and Broodmare Hux!

(from WIP FOLDER game)

Hello, my dear, thanks for the ask!! I’m both appreciative and not surprised by your interest in my ‘Kylux AU—Alien Kylo and Broodmare Hux’ XD

This WIP is actually where my response to this last sentence tag game came from!

-

First off, and most importantly, this is a filthy, ridiculous, purely self-indulgent PWP idea, and being both me and the fact I’ve let it sit in my head for well over a year, AND like 95% of that is STILL IN MY HEAD, it took on some attempts at sense and a touch of ‘plot’. Which is why ‘bullshitting alien medical science’ became much more of a thing than just because ‘this is reeeaaalllyy straining realistic credulity’ smut.

To be, uh, short:

General Hux and a group of his men were ‘captured’ after leaving a small, secluded FO base when they accidentally entered a corner of restricted space and, for the infraction, are to become a new batch of soon to be breeding hosts for a powerful and intelligent species who need compatible beings to both bear their young, as well as assist in heat cycles where the eggs they lay are not to be fertilized but need a partner to lay them in. (Alien) Kylo is (and comes from a family line) high up in the wealthy and influential ranks, so he’s one often offered first pick of partners when new batches (in his city) are ready. He doesn’t always take them up on it, but this time he does, as he’d had his eyes on Hux since they arrived.

Thus Hux’s new life takes on a second layer. Not just an alien species’ broodmare, but that of a seemingly high-ranking member of their elite.

Aaaaand…yeah. That was pretty much the initial PWP oneshot idea. The plot growth part developed more of Kylo’s background (just a tad) as well as his interest in Hux; some of the observations, experiences, and a bit of past for Hux; the ‘medical bullshit’ background for the hows and whys this is/can happen; as well as a future beyond that evident smut-a-palooza.

To be.. a little longer:

So, Alien Kylo here is not related at all to his canonverse background. There is still the Force, though it’s not touched on much, and his family line, etc. does still exist in a sense, but if you had to apply it in some form of vague parallel with ‘canon’, it’s a little more along the lines of Naboo/Kylo Amidala au stuff.

I haven’t figured out a name for his species nor their planet yet, but they’re an old, huge, well-developed, and wealthy planet with big influence in both above and below board trades. i.e. they work with respectable people in the Core and people like the First Order. One of several reasons for this is because they’re a prominent source of and power in medical research and development fields – not only for themselves, but numerous other species. This being because, a millennia(?) or so ago, their race was facing growing infertility issues, ones that could threaten to drive them to extinction.

In Kylo’s species, both males and females are capable of impregnating and being impregnated. They also are a species that lay eggs in their partner’s’ wombs (during heat periods with no intention to fertilize, as well as when wanting to do so). While working toward figuring out the reasons for the fertility decline, plus obviously helping their own, they simultaneously searched to find compatible species to serve as surrogate wombs.

One of the few compatible species are human males.

As for the appearance of Kylo’s species, they’re Dragon-like, though still not fully ‘developed’ yet in my head. Larger than your average human for sure, but typically not so much so that it’s outlandish. Kylo, of course, is larger than his usual, in both height and breadth. Their species is humanoid in form and relatively so in features; with things like a set of horns, longer tongues and sharper teeth, retractable claws and areas with scales and a change in skin color/tone/toughness, and sometimes eyes with black sclera. Also, of course, their (male) dicks are usually on the huge side and ridged (in all the 'right' ways XD) and they don’t really have testicles so much as a smaller sac/pouch in that general area that expands somewhat with eggs when in heat and preparing to lay them in a partner.

OH, on a filthy side note to the filthy filth: all ‘breeding partners’ are arranged in rooms where the walls are lined by, essentially, fancy glory holes. For all the crew to stick their asses out of for these alien VIPs (at first) to make use of. Yuuup… There will be SOME TAGS on this thing when it’s done.

Soooo… yeah. That was a lot of ‘teaser’ for what’s supposed to be a ridiculously self-indulgent, stupidly filthy PWP. Honestly, I got way too into those hows and whys with regard to the alien biology nonsense. Probably a bunch of stuff that won’t even end up in the fic whenever I get around to actually finishing it (or just writing more than a few freaking paragraphs :'C ).

Thank you again! :D

[charlottesbookclub]

Armitage Hux Headcanons

okay so I'm back at it again with the Hux brainrot. I was hoping to do another little fanfic tonight but I just don't quite have the creative energy for that rn, so instead I decided I'd finally collect all the random Hux headcanons that have been living in my head rent free for years and finally send them out into the world.

General Armitage Hux headcanons below the cut since this got a little long -- oops!

he hates being cold when he sleeps since it reminds him of his childhood. arkanis was cold and rainy, the ships that took them into the unknown regions were cold and sterile. so now that he has his own private chambers, he makes sure to keep a pile of blankets on the bed.

his mother was a baker and was particularly known for her breads. when armitage was little, she would cut slices of warm bread, smother them with butter, then dust sugar and spices like cinnamon, nutmeg, or cloves on top (or whatever the space equivalent of those are). because of this, the smell of bread and/or spices always reminds him of his mother, although aboard first order ships, it's not something he smells often.

he was bullied pretty ruthlessly at the academy. his slight frame, unique hair, and status as a bastard were all mocked and taunted almost constantly. he tried to ignore it most of the time, feigning indifference, but it actually fostered in him a deep-seated mistrust and fear of his peers.

following off that, he struggles to make personal connections with members of his crew. not that the first order really encourages that sort of thing, but friendships and other connections are pretty much bound to happen when you live and work with the same group of people. so he sees that other personnel are closer with each other than others, but whenever he makes an attempt to be more than strictly professional, people always seem put off. this is mostly because he has had so few friends, so he's incredibly awkward and unsure of what to do in a social situation (he's just like me fr fr). it's a vicious cycle.

the visual encyclopedia for tros said that pr*de was friends with both br*ndol and his wife (altho I deny that most of tros happened, just putting that out there. Hux Lives). this is just another reason that he hates pr*de, bc when he came to visit, he would join in with armitage's father and step-mother in belittling him.

he is constantly picking at the skin around his fingernails, often without even realizing he's doing it. this is another reason he prefers to wear gloves at all times when in the sight of others, so no one can see all the tiny little infected cuts on his fingers where he pulled the skin away. this is very much a symptom of his anxiety/paranoia. (also, this one is just completely me projecting lmao)

whenever he's planetside, he struggles to sleep (not that he sleeps very much or very well anyway, but it's even worse when he's planetside). he always assumed it was just the change of environment, which does account for part of it. but actually it's the silence he can't stand. on the finalizer or whatever other ship he might be on, there is the constant whirring and humming of machines. air circulators and the huge engines that keep the whole ship running along with the chatter of droids and the myriad other machines that all contribute to a thick blanket of white noise. the absence of it makes him uneasy, even though he doesn't know that it's the lack of noise that gives him the feeling of being unsettled.

he considers the huge polished war ships of the first order to be his home, but he does think about the sea on arkanis sometimes. fleeting memories will come back to him in dreams, or when he's collapsed in a state of semi-consciousness after overworking himself again. he remembers the crashing waves, the waters that shifted from deep blue to slate grey, the smell of salt on the wind, the screech of seabirds high above, the feeling of the sea spray on his cheeks and the waves lapping at his feet. he dreams of it and, although he will never admit it, he misses the sea.

that's all I have for now! but there are always more lmao. I'd love to hear anyone else's opinions on these or any other headcanons that you might have for our favorite ginger general 🧡

[helpinghanikan]

Star wars: Kinktober 2023

Day 2: Demdning (Hux)

Kinktober Masterlist

He doesn’t outright say it, but you can tell when Hux has a need.

His attitude, as bad as it usually was, would be worse. The day was spent with an almost cloud over his head. The way he walked around the ship screamed that he was looking for a fight. Those who could avoid him did, and those who couldn’t just do their best to stay quiet.

Eventually, he, and everyone around him, couldn’t stand it. That cloud of attitude followed him as he ventured to your department. A place he never really needed to be, save for an important reason.

“With me.” Your ginger superior orders as he passes by.

You are clearly in the middle of something. Surrounded by four lieutenants who just watched your briefing be interrupted. This was both a sign of urgency and a power play on Hux’s part. A play that you’ve learned to go along with, less you don’t get a treat at the end of the game.

“I want reports sent by the end of the hour.” You stated to your team before following.

He walks a few feet ahead. Not bothering to look behind him when you were always so obediently following without needing to be checked.

It’s your office that he heads into. Waiting for the door to close before he was on you.

“No time,” He says, holding your face as though you would escape otherwise. “Take off your pants, your panties. I want them all off, now.”

He’s always been someone who treats sex like a battle or a war. Planning out the act beforehand, waiting for the right moment, and then striking with a ferocity that leaves your head spinning. This time around his kiss came with a bite that you couldn’t help but respond to.

You do as he says, what else could be expected from a loyal subordinate? Doing all the work to get your pants down, panties following quickly after.

Hux wasn’t the strongest man in the First Order, but he was in the running to be the most persuasive. Not just in his words but in his actions and movement. Like holding the back of your hair and adding just enough pressure to guide your movements back and around. Pushing face down onto the desk.

For a second you are left alone over the desk. Hux groans as he opens his own pants and guides himself against you. No time for anything too sweet, like being close, only thrusting himself forward without any warning. Had it not been for your own excitement it might have been painful.

The act of sex with Hux is a selfish one. When one needs something then the other better be prepared for it. This was the agreement you had at the beginning of the relationship. You’ve made use of it more than a few times, so it’s only fair that you do the same for him. Even if that means sticking your ass in your air for him to pound into.

[dirtbag-linecook-kyloren]

electric touch!

(For sending my a tswizzle song to make a Kylux au for!!)

okay so as someone who doesn’t normally listen to the older albums I did have to look this one up, as my top three are folklore/reputation/evermore

That being said this song is so good for a grad school AU!! Or a college au in general. I think Hux is a PhD candidate, Kylo is just starting his masters in the same department, and at first they DO NOT get along. Kylo is Full of himself because he came from an Ivy League to some small town where they’ve got a college and a Waffle House, maybe a stop light, but they happen to have an excellent (insert relevant department. I’m choosing engineering so I can base the town off Rolla, Missouri). Hux thinks kylo only got accepted for his masters because his mom has a building named after her. (It’s the student center.)

The second act realization is when Kylo walks in on Hux sleeping at a table in the department library, his notes scattered around him, hair falling across his face, and kylo sees him with a dismissive sneer for the first time. Then he reads huxs annotations, in horrible scrawl on plain yellow post it notes, and has the terrible realization that hux DOES know what he’s talking about, he’s specializing in the same area as Kylo, and worst of all, when his brows aren’t furrowed and his lips aren’t pursed, he’s cute.

So he asks Hux to study together, the olive branch of buying coffee in exchange for reading over one of Kylo’s papers “for an extra set of eyes.” Hux is reluctant to accept, is entirely convinced they’ll end the night drawing blood, but instead, they sit in the back of a coffee shop and have a productive discussion, to the shock of both of them.

I DONT KNOW what the third act break up is, but as this is a romance one would be required narratively. Maybe kylos accused of plagiarism because he forgot to cite a source that turns out to be Huxs masters thesis, and he is convinced hux set him up but really, it was another member of the department? I think that would work, is believable, and provided enough stakes because they take that shit SERIOUSLY in grad school.

The get back together is obviously a scene in the rain right after kylo has left the department chairs to find that he’s not being given and academic citation, but he is going to be watched. hux was on his was to insist this must have been a mistake, because he proofed that paper, he must have accidentally suggested something, and kylo wouldn’t habe known to source it then. They get into a fight, where kylo finally makes the accusation out loud and then they kiss in the rain and it’s VERY CINEMATIC

[starlitangels]

Spitfire - Part 2

Where did this come from? I don't know. I think I had some stuff I was working through? Part 1 1.9k words

Potential CW: gendered words like "dude" for a gender-neutral listener, in typical Huxley fashion; grief; emotional

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Huxley paused in one of the big, open, empty corridors of the D.A.M.N. stadium. The damp towel fell limp around his neck where he’d been mopping sweat off his forehead. It was still weird to be here. Two years since the Inversion. He’d graduated. Rented a house. Started a job. Began a relationship. Made a life. And he’d been in one of these very halls two years ago, pulling Damien along by whatever he could reach—an arm, a hand, a sleeve—and terrified out of his mind. While an army of shades killed everything and everyone in their path.

The memories flashed through his head, but they weren’t why he stopped.

Somewhere nearby, he could hear the telltale roar of flames. The kind that only Fire Elementals were strong enough to harness, given the volume.

Scrunching his eyebrows, he followed the sound. His rubber-soled sneakers made little noise on the concrete floor. Expertly repaired after all the damage Earth Elementals caused trying to make shields from the shades.

The stadium had a lot of extra rooms besides the main arena. Offices for coaches, locker rooms, practice rooms, a gym full of equipment, and a gymnasium with lines for basketball and volleyball on the wood floor. Where Huxley had come from, invited to play some basketball with his old teammates who’d been younger than him.

Huxley knew it all intimately. He mostly played out on the outdoor field for the tokenrun team, but he worked out a lot in the stadium during his time at the academy.

Turning a corner, he could see one of the practice rooms had a light on.

No. Not a light. There was bright fire burning inside. The glow pouring out of the slit window in the door was too unstable to be an overhead light.

Curiosity getting the better of him, he moved forward and peeked into the window. Maybe it was just because of Damien, but he’d always been fascinated watching the way Fire Elementals displayed control.

Illuminated by red-orange light, throwing arms around with so much fire churning it was difficult to see past, was a familiar figure.

Huxley watched for several long moments—until the fire subsided. The figure bent and scooped up a water bottle.

He eased the door open. “Spitfire?” Huxley asked.

Xavier’s partner. Who’d survived the Inversion when Xavier hadn’t.

—

I whirled around, nearly dropping my bottle. “Huxley! What… why… you graduated!”

He scrunched his eyebrows. “Didn’t you? I thought you were supposed graduate last year. You were only one behind me and X.”

I tilted my head to one side, pursing my lips. “I was supposed to. The… the Inversion. Losing… losing him. I had to take a semester off. I took the spring semester to… recover. And I never do summer semesters.” The flame that had lingered around my other hand snuffed out, casting the room in darkness, lit only by the hallway light through the open door behind Huxley. “Then, the next semester—Fall—I failed two classes. Wasn’t fully ready to go back, apparently. So this should be my last semester. I’m just retaking those two classes now.”

“Still. Good on you, dude, for gettin’ it done.”

“Thanks, Hux.” I took a long swig of water and wiped sweat off my face on my tank top hem. “So, what are you doing here?”

“The guys from the team who were in the years younger than me invited me to come play basketball tonight. Heard your fire. Came to investigate. My, uh, my boyfriend is a Fire Elemental too. I like watching the way you guys control your magic.”

I perked up. “You have a boyfriend?”

Huxley looked down toward his sneakers. “Yeah. His name’s Damien. He was the same year as you.”

I threw my towel on the mat. “Wait. Damien. Fire Elemental Damien. Like, total Type A, never-skipped-a-workout-in-his-life, four-point-oh student, black hair—that Damien?”

Huxley’s eyebrows raised, startled. “Y-yeah. You know him?”

“Dude!” I laughed. “We were in the same year and we’re both Fire Elementals—we had, like, so many classes together!” I waved a hand, a flame igniting to light up the room again over it. “I mean, I was Fire Elemental Control and he was Full Certification but our upper division electives were all together for fire.” I took another big drink of water. “How the hell’s he doing?”

Huxley’s eyes unfocused. A small smile touched the corners of his lips. “He’s great,” he said. “It’s been a year and a half, now.”

“Whoa. I… I’m sorry that I… that I missed so much. I know you and I weren’t the closest and I always kinda kept to myself even with X right there but… I wanted to be better friends after…” I cleared my throat. “After.”

Huxley nodded. “Don’t worry. That’s on me too. I didn’t reach out as much as I should have.” He reached up and rubbed the back of his neck. “You, uh… you find anyone new?”

I looked down at the fire burning over my entire free hand, making the shadows dance on the flame-retardant walls. “No. I haven’t really… been looking.”

“Hey,” he said in that soft but firmly supportive way he’d always had. “Nothin’ wrong with that. I know how special he was to you. Losin’… losin’ anyone you love is hard. And I know you mentioned that you two had talked about getting married… I didn’t mean to ask like I was putting pressure on you or anything.”

“I know, Hux. I didn’t think you meant it that way.”

He took one step into the room, rather than lingering in the doorway, one shoulder on the frame.

“I… I just want my friend to be happy.”

A lump formed in my throat. I swallowed it down. “I know, Huxley. I want that too.” Burning ignited behind my eyelids. But not the fiery kind. The watery kind. “And I know he’d want me to move on and be happy. I just… I can’t let him go. It feels like… like I’m disrespecting all the time we had together.”

Huxley held out his arms. I extinguished my hand and rushed at him, slamming into his torso and clinging to him in a hug.

“It—it’s been two years!” I sobbed.

“I know.”

“Why—why does it still hurt?”

“It’ll always hurt. That loss will keep hurting for as long as you love him. And you’ll probably never stop loving him. The grief never gets smaller. Life just… grows around it. Like… have you seen those pictures of, like, old bicycles that got stuck in tree trunks because the tree grew around it?”

I sniffed. “Yeah.”

“It’s like that. Your life grows around your grief, and then it gets the chance to bloom again. But that grief will always be part of your life, and its size doesn’t change.” He palmed the back of my head like a basketball and held it to his chest. “You just learn to live around it. And it’ll sit, tucked away and quiet, for a while. But it’ll always make reappearances. And that’s okay. That’s life. You were his little spitfire. He loved you—God, he loved you so damn much. Talked about you all the time. And that love will always stay with you. And there’s something beautiful in that too.”

I cried into his chest. “Thank you, Huxley.”

“Of course. You’re my friend. Even before I started openin’ up to the team, you were always nice to me.”

“Well, you were always so nice. How could I not be?” I managed a chuckle. I broke out of the hug and wiped my tears off my face with my tank top again. He had a big smile on his face. “I’m really glad you found someone who makes you happy, Hux.”

“Aw. Thanks, dude.” He cleared his throat. “Hey, if you want. Do… do you have plans for Thanksgiving? Your family is from Dahlia, aren’t they? You probably already do—”

“I actually don’t. My parents are going on a holiday cruise, and I have no desire to celebrate with the rest of my family. Why?”

“Well, me and my friends are doing our third Friendsgiving, day of. Damien does most of the cooking. He’s really good at it, too. I think Lasko is thinking about bringing his… well. They both work at the academy, but in different parts. And they’ve been going on dates but I’m not sure if they’re official yet. He’s bringing his… special person, I guess?” Huxley chuckled. “And then there’s the Freelancer and their boyfriend Gav. They used to be the hosts, but now that I’m renting a house, I’m gonna.”

“So, you, your boyfriend, you friend and their boyfriend, your other friend and his potential partner… and me.” I shrugged. “I don’t know if I could stomach seventh-wheeling, to be honest with you. But I appreciate the offer.”

“Just… think about it. If you’re lonely on the day, you’d always be welcomed by us.”

“I appreciate the offer,” I repeated. “I don’t think it’s gonna happen.”

He patted my shoulder. “Think about it. No pressure. I just don’t like thinking about you all alone in that house.”

“Thank you, Hux. You’ve got a good heart.” I took a few steps back so I was in the middle of the room again. “I don’t want to keep you. I’m sure Damien’s waiting for you to come home.” I swallowed tears that tried to spring back up at the passing thought that Xavier would never come home to me—and yet I was still f^&*ing waiting—and forced a smile. “I’m gonna go back to practicing.”

Huxley took a step backward toward the door, and paused. “Can I watch? Two minutes?”

The smile wasn’t forced that time. “Sure. It’s nothing special. Just a project for my class.”

He plopped down on the mat, cross-legged.

I set my water bottle down on the mat and took a deep breath, centering myself. Feeling the warmth burning under my skin. Familiar. Comforting. My relationship to my powers was little different than average. I couldn’t passively keep myself perfectly warm in the winter like most Fire Elementals could, but I could still find relief in the blaze in my blood.

I could burn myself from the inside out if I let my emotions consume me like fire would.

Huxley gave me an encouraging smile.

Flames ignited in both palms, growing from apple-sized to plumes that clawed toward the ceiling in moments.

I moved my body like a dance, spinning and coiling fire all around the room. Carefully avoiding Huxley and my stuff.

Every all-consuming emotion poured into the inferno I churned in tightly-controlled circles around me. The grief. The sorrow. The frustration. The anger. It all burned away. It would refuel later, sure, but I could let it turn into smoke for now. Better to get it all out, find some relief, than just let it fester.

My whole body was tense until I finished the routine.

Huxley clapped. “Good job! That was awesome!”

The smile came even easier. More genuine. “Thanks, Hux. That means a lot more than I thought it would.”

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[thevibraniumveterans]

《The Mandalorian》 『SEASON 3 : Episode 7 - Chapter 23』 - 「THE SPIES」 // Finale Part 1 of 2

SPOILERS!

Thoughts on rewatch…

Kane being an insider is not surprising. She was always suspicious.

The mention of Grand Admiral Thrawn is by no means a mistake, in light of the Ahsoka trailer at Star Wars Celebration. He’s mentioned quite a few times in this conversation between the Imperials in the room via Hologram. And he is currently somewhere out there, wherever Ezra Bridger might be; which will perfectly lead up to the Ahsoka series.

The mention of Commandant Brendol Hux is no surprise either; he’s gotta be General Hux’s dad, which partially explains how Hux came to be in the First Order in the Sequel Trilogy.

Project Necromancer - no secret code name, it’s for bringing Palpatine back to life. Ian McDiarmid pointed out at Star Wars Celebration 2023 that Palpatine does not like to lose; he will do anything possible to win, even if that means coming back from the dead once again. The mention that Thrawn is “missing” and the Imperials needing “new leadership”obviously points to the inevitable reanimation of Palpatine. “Somehow, Palpatine returned”. Yes, somehow, because the rebels and the New Republic did not know. That was how secretive it was, but we know now how that’s coming along. It’s all falling into place.

The Watch’s light cruiser having the Mythosaur’s logo on the underside of their ship reminds me of how Thrawn also had/has the logo of a Chimaera on his ship. Because what else do you do with a ship that big and when you claim it as your own? You draw a big-ass symbol on the underside of it, that’s what.

It’s also a tad funnier that the Anzellan feels more like a puppet because of the way it looks and moves, as opposed to Grogu, who feels more realistic. But hey, puppets, so.

Grogu repeatedly hitting the yes and no buttons is hilarious! And the fact that he’s hitting it NONSTOP as they walk through the town center is extra funny. Also, Grogu picking up a Meiloorun fruit is by no means an accident; this is foreshadowing the Ahsoka series, since the fruit was first seen in Rebels and also the last time it was seen before this episode.

Bo-Katan speaks up and makes a plan. And it’s not surprising that at first nobody speaks up; but it isn’t until Din “I didn’t want to be here but here I am so I might as well” Djarin offers to join her, that Koska Reeves says she will go too. Only after she has spoken, Axe agrees to go, and so does Paz Vizsla. It’s something that reunites them. The music as they head off-planet is beautifully haunting and confident.

The drop hatch in Bo’s ship opens, and the volunteers look down on the planet they once called home. They shake their head in horror and dismay at what’s left. It’s… really something, to feel secondhand dread and sorrow.

Din spots something in the distance; Bo realizes it’s the Nite Owls, the group she once used to be a part of. But how did she know, and why? They have nothing but a weathered and worn ground transport.

The captain of the Nite Owls recognize Bo and refer to her full title as Lady Bo-Katan Kryze. They do not forget that she was and remains Mandalorian royalty.

During the dinner on the ground transport boat, the captain spoke of the refusal to give up, but Bo drops a verbal and historical bombshell on the entire party: she had to surrender under the choices given to her, in that if she did, her people would be spared. She surrendered, but as the Empire is wont to do, they didn’t care and bombed her world anyway. She did what she thought was the right thing to do, she did what she thought she had to do to save her people, but it still didn’t end right. Bo isn’t usually one for diplomacy and talks for peace - that was her sister Satine’s specialty. However, because Bo did what she thought was right, it still wasn’t right. And she knew this, even if if it was “the only chance” to save her people, according to her. It was her mistake and she owes up to it. She screwed over big time in trying to do what she thought best for her people. What would have happened had she not surrendered? Would she have died earlier?

The captain brings up Death Watch - the very same terrorist splinter group who opposed the peacekeepings of Duchess Satine Kryze. The Armorer notes how “Death Watch exists no longer.”

Bo states, “Our people have suffered time and time again. From division and squabbling factions.” I feel like she is in part referring to how differences between her and her sister Satine - war vs peace - have driven them apart, and now that Satine has long been murdered and gone, it’s caused Bo nothing but pain and loneliness. It’s driven the Mandalorians nowhere but apart. “It is always our own division that destroys us” is a very powerful and deeply regretful statement that Bo makes.

Bo admits her mistake. She is by no means perfect; she’s lost everything, and part of it by her own hubris. “I was selfish. And this is what it wrought,” she laments. When Din speaks to her, she admits to not knowing if she is able to keep the Mandalorians from splintering like they always did. It’s a very heavy duty, weighed down with much sorrow and regret.

Din speaks of the Darksaber: “I only know of this weapon what you taught me. To be honest, it means nothing to me or my people. Nor does station or bloodline. What means more to me is honor. And loyalty. And character. These are the reasons I serve you, Lady Kryze. Your song is not yet written. I will serve you until it is.” The thing about the Darksaber is that what we know of it from the Clone Wars and Rebels is that whosoever wields the blade gets to rule Mandalore, via bloodline and station. Seems like only the Mandalorian royals have held this blade for ages. However, Bo is a princess with a ravaged planet, unsure of leading a fractured people who have never once known peace. Din respects her not because she is a princess, but because of who she is as a person. He sees a loyal warrior who does not want to give up despite all signs pointing to how and why she should. She’s lost everything and deserves nothing yet here she stands on her own two feet, against the world and many more to come. Her story we know but little of, and the fact that Din knows her story is really only just beginning says a lot about her as a Mandalorian herself. Mandalorians do not quit, that much we know.

It feels bright and upbeat and deceptively confident when the series theme music plays as the crew set of in search of the Great Forge.

The fight between Paz and Axe is a foreshadow. And it’s funny that Grogu stops the fight before it gets worse, as he’s technically not a Mandalorian so he’s from “neither” side and so, he could step in. Hilarious how a child can stop two grown men from punching each other’s daylights out.

The Mythosaur emerges! And I like how it serves as an incentive for the Mandalorians to go further into their former civilization.

When the Imperials come in with their jetpacks, the first thing I thought of was that little mini-arc in Rebels where Sabine was revealed to have created some tech for the Empire that had something to do with the Mandalorian beskar armor, whereupon she was like “yeah I did that but I must destroy that tech because it’s bad even though I did it when was in the Academy”

I thought it was cool when the theme song played as Din brought up the back of the war party, and advanced to the front of it, charging headfirst into battle, with Paz and Bo right behind him.

Din is captured and disarmed, and Moff Gideon states, “Thanks to your planet’s rich resources, I have created the next-generation Dark Trooper suit forged from Beskar alloy.” The fact that he says “next-generation” implies that there was a previous generation to begin with. Aka, Sabine’s technology for the Empire that had something to do with Beskar. I don’t know if this is true or false.

Gideon also says, “By aggregating the best of each [cloners, Jedi], I will create an army that will bring order to the galaxy”. That is part of the groundwork for the beginnings of the First Order.

Bo creates a diversion, an escape route, and Paz leads the way out, firing his gatling gun-type blaster cannon like a man with nothing else to lose. He fires repeatedly, and ignores Bo’s orders. His final sacrifice is noble and is no less what is expected of a Mandalorian like him.

The appearance of the Praetorian Guards are no surprise. We last saw them in TLJ, very efficient warriors and guardsmen. Makes sense that they be brought out to bring down the last Mandalorian standing in the room. They waste little energy and leave as quickly as they enter.

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Finishing thoughts:

I like how this episode went. With the multiple mentions of Thrawn and Hux, the intentional integration of a Meiloorun fruit, and the mention of “next-gen” beskar armor, I really would not be surprised if Thrawn and/or Ezra and/or Ahsoka and/or Sabine make an appearance toward the end of next week’s finale, given the trailer for Ahsoka from Celebration weekend.

Also not surprising that Pedro Pascal and Katie Sackhoff are top-billed this episode. The rest get “co-starring” credits.

One interesting feature is a concept art in the credits showing all the Mandalorians by the fire, and Din and Bo are speaking to each other, his hand on her shoulder. This scene was never in the show. But the overall concept art is amazing in terms of scale, lighting, and detail.

We still have one more episode to go. Emily Swallow, who portrays The Armorer, spoke with Collider during the Lucasfilm panel at Celebration. When asked what she thought fans would think of next week’s finale, she had this to say: “Well, I think there are gonna be some people who are like 'Woohoo! Yeah!'' and some people were like 'I hate this!' this because there always are.” I can’t wait until next week to find out what that is.

[anatee]

INSUFFERABLE | General Hux x Reader Smut | pt. 2

INSUFFERABLE | General Hux x Reader Smut. 18+. MINORS DNI. Wrote a part 2 because I am obsessed with him. This is a direct continuation.

Part 1 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6

Word count: 12.9K

Content warning: fem!reader x Hux; smut but in this part not too much, slight dom/sub implications, slight power kink one might say, soft, fluffy, angsty, overprotective Hux as well, mentioning injuries and period (but no period sex dw)

Hux looked her up and down, and then shook his head in disbelief. She knew exactly what his reaction would be and he didn't want to give in so easily, even if he was the one who made them meet earlier than they had initially intended.

"You'll be the death of me." He closed his eyes in frustration, trying to restrain himself. "Not our enemies, not weapons, not even Ren. You."

She giggled as she stood up from the armchair, crossing her arms.

"One of my many talents."

"You got so cocky it's unbelievable."

"Oh, Armitage. Come here." She rolled her eyes and walked up to him to hug him. "You know I'm joking, right? I just feel... Good around you."

"You're in the minority, then," he said with a small smile, embracing her with pure affection. It was such a bliss to have her in his arms after days of pretending there was absolutely nothing between them. He felt the stress and pressure of the week turn into nothingness as her warmth radiated onto his body.

"But still, I just wanted to eat dinner with you and you're doing everything to become speechless again," he said as he stepped back a little to look at her, and his words made a pleasant shiver run down her spine.

"Give me a minute, then, and I'll be back in my uniform..."

Oh, not that, that was not what he wanted.

"No," he said in his 'important and strict general' tone. "You know what you got yourself into."

He lost. He couldn't stop himself, not after these days without her presence. He lowered himself a little and began unbuttoning his coat, the one she had put on as though it was hers. He pulled her up to make her stand in front of him so he could unbutton it all the way down.

After he was done, he put his arms underneath the coat and gripped her naked sides next to her breasts, then moved down along the body towards her hips, squeezing her gently in the process. She let out a loud, sudden gasp which made him smile proudly.

"Already?" He chuckled cockily. "I barely touched you."

Y/N didn't know how to tell him that, no matter how much she enjoyed his touch, it was not a gasp of pleasure - it was caused by pain.

"Uh..." she breathed out, unsure what to say.

Hux put his hands on her shoulders and used them to slowly take the coat off of her arms... And he stopped dead in his tracks as it fell to the ground, revealing her naked body... And big, fresh bruises around her ribs.

"Y/N, what is this?" he asked in shock as he stepped back to take it all in. Despite being able to ogle her naked body, at this moment he forgot about desire; it was her well-being he was concerned about.

"Just a few bruises," she replied quietly, averting her gaze from him. She had hoped he wouldn't really care about them.

"Who did this to you?" he asked, pure hatred boiling inside him at the thought of someone hurting her. 

"No one, I just..." She sighed, hugging her hands to herself. "I felt so embarrassed about my body that night so I came back to training. And I've been doing it every day since..."

"What were you doing?" Hux looked as though he was in complete shock. "You look as though you had fractured your ribs."

"No, no, it's not that bad, I wouldn't be able to move... It was just sparring, I didn't even go to the medbay."

He was not having it. He could see she was severely injured, and wasn't going to let it go.

"Wasn't it you who told me you'd wanted to become a medic? And you don't know what happens if your injuries are not taken care of immediately?"

"It's not that bad, really, I'm..."

"Don't lie to your commander," he said extremely harshly, to the point it scared her a little. He saw that on her face and regretted it - he was still somehow learning how to be gentle.

He walked to the wall on his right and opened the door to his bedroom yet again.

"Come, and onto the bed."

"Armitage, it's..."

"It was an order," he cut her off, regretting his harshness again - but, at the same time, it worked.

At this point, embarrassment took over Y/N as she obediently plopped onto his bed, knowing very well he wouldn't take no for an answer. She felt the urge to cover herself as her desire turned into dust, replaced with shame and consciousness of her body. It was a risk, but she took it and covered herself with his black sheets, ruining the perfectly made bed.

Hux didn't seem to care. He was about to walk to the other end of the bedroom when he stopped at the foot of the bed and looked at her like a disappointed mother.

"You thought I wouldn't notice?"

"I thought you would not really care about it..." She covered herself up to her breasts, unable go look him in the eye.

Hux let out a sigh. If it was anyone else, then he truly would not bat an eye. But this girl did things to him he could not explain - she was the only person he actually wanted to be safe, secure and healthy. It was hard to admit it to himself, let alone in front of her.

"I know I'm on the rough side, but..." He took a deep breath. "I cannot let my insufferable subordinate hurt," he added, causing a small smile on her face. "Y/N, you know I care about you... More than I'd like to admit."

"But I'm a soldier, I should be used to that like everyone else."

"A soldier under my command," he corrected her, putting both his hands on the bed, as if establishing his authority. "And under my care, for your information."

This made Y/N smile again. She could feel it was sincere; he just didn't know how to express it, but she was eager to watch him try and open up to her even more.

"Do you play the medic for all your soldiers?" she asked provokingly, this time to get the smallest smile from him.

"Only for the insufferable ones."

After that he turned away from her to hide a bigger smile, then eventually walked up to the wall right opposite the bed. This was when he noticed her clothes, all laying on the floor next to it, and, making sure she didn't notice, hid her panties in his pocket - just to keep them for the time she will be fully capable. Then he pushed some buttons to open... Another secret door.

"Wait, you have a bathroom here, too?" she asked in surprise as she noticed a part of small room he had uncovered.

"You didn't think I shared a bathroom with everyone else, did you?"

"I'm just... You didn't even tell me."

"I'm the General, you cannot know all my secrets," he said with a smirk she could see only partly before he walked straight into the new room. He rummaged in there for a moment before getting out with something that looked like a huge patch.

"Sit up," he ordered and sat down next to her, then pulled the sheet down to uncover her from hips up. He tore one layer from the huge patch and tossed it aside.

"Put your hands up," he said quite softly and she obeyed, allowing him to wrap the patch around her waist almost like a corset. She was surprised how gentle he was, making sure it didn't cause her pain as he secured the patch in place.

"This will protect your ribs from any further injuries," he explained matter-of-factly, his eyes still focused on the patch, "and should soothe the pain a bit."

"You have all this here? Medication and all that?" she asked curiously as he made sure the patch was in place one last time.

"I do not usually trust the medics with most of my injuries. I was taught how to care for myself without anyone's help." He eventually looked up at her. "And now I can use it on you."

"Thank you for all of this," she said quietly, still somehow embarrassed as she put her hands down. "Now I see it was a bit foolish..."

"You are not allowed to train for now," he said harshly. "And if you do, I'll find out. And punish you."

"Oh, what are you going to do? Send me to work on the other side of the ship?" she asked provokingly, trying to release the tension.

"Y/L/N," he replied with a stern look, one that clearly spoke You know already.

"But you, out of all people, can see my body's looking worse..."

"I think I told you a thing about your body the last time we met and you do not have to change a thing," he cut her off, now unable to repeat how beautiful she was to him. "Now, we're done with the nonsense. Lie down and I'll order a droid to bring patches to your quarters, should you want to change them," he added as he adjusted one of his pillows for her. She was surprised, but obeyed again, allowing herself to rest as comfortably as she could.

"I'll order dinner, too... Anything you'd like to eat?" he asked suddenly, about to exit the bedroom.

"You know I'm still not very familiar with the choices I have... I won't refuse tarine tea, though," she said with a small smile, tarine tea still being "their" thing.

"A surprise it is, then. And tarine tea," he replied quickly, also allowing himself a small smile as he left the room.

Waiting for him, Y/N covered herself more with his sheets, then giggled shortly out of pure happiness. If mere weeks ago someone had told her she would be in General Hux's bed and he would be playing her medic, she would have laughed in their face. Now she was laughing to herself, still shocked but immensely happy, hoping it was just the beginning.

Hux returned to her minutes later with a tray full of food and then sat next to her with it while the smell of the delicious dishes filled the room.

"We're eating here?" Y/N asked, bewildered. "On your precious, perfectly clean bed?"

"That wouldn't be the first ridiculous thing I'm doing for you," Hux retorted, not meeting her eyes.

And so they ate together while reviving their respectful weeks, with Hux mostly complaining about Kylo Ren. It didn't matter for Y/N - she was glad to talk to him about anything, constantly discovering this side of him that you couldn't see outside that bedroom.

"This might have been the best thing I've ever eaten," Y/N said as she put down her utensils, shaking her head in disbelief at how good the food was. She thought it was worth becoming a general just to eat it every day - you could not compare it to bland, mass produced dishes most of the other soldiers had to eat.

"I'm glad you enjoyed it."

She smiled widely. It was a small step, but a touching one, warming her up from the inside.

"Alright, then..." She sighed, unwilling to leave, but knowing she had to. "I'll dress up and take the tray and give it to a droid on my way ba..."

"Back to where?" He raised an eyebrow, confusing her.

"To my quarters?"

"Absolutely not. You're staying here. I have to make sure you're not training again."

Butterflies erupted in Y/N's stomach as he said that. She wasn't going to fight with him, because they both knew they wanted to stay with each other.

"You're being extremely kind today, General," she looked at him from behind her lashes.

"Maybe I have a reason," he said and took the tray instead as he was about to leave it in his office for the droids to take. "Should you wish to use the bathroom, feel free to do so," he added as he walked up to the door.

"I don't have anything to change into, though," she said, unwilling to sleep in her uniform.

"You've already stolen my coat..." Hux sighed. "So I might as well give you something else."

He couldn't believe he was saying and doing this, but it did the trick. She beamed as she slid off the bed to go to the bathroom, excited to see it.

It certainly looked better than the shared bathrooms for other soldiers, but that was obvious. Black with red accents, it wasn't big, but there was enough space for a sink, a toilet and a shower. The shower was the most interesting - like the bed, it was much bigger than one person would need. Everything was clean and in perfect order, including three black towels on a small shelf next to the sink, all folded neatly. She took one and threw it over the shower's door, then stepped in it confidently, knowing the patch on her body was waterproof.

She used hot water, one which was rather rare in the bathroom she used daily, and let herself relax completely, at one point even forgetting she was supposed to wash herself; she just let the water flow, steam slowly covering the shower, reminding her of how the last time she felt so hot was in the bedroom right behind the bathroom's door.

Y/N smiled to herself at the thought, but her smile quickly faltered when she suddenly heard a buzz of electronics, and then the door slid to the side.

"Hey!" she yelled as she saw Hux entering the bathroom, shirtless, holding something that must have been clothes for her. He sneered, clearly satisfied with himself as the door closed behind him.

"You're acting as if it weren't you who got naked willingly just moments ago for me to see," he said confidently, putting the clothes on the shelf.

Y/N huffed. Why did he have to be right?

"Now I know why you'd let me use the bathroom."

He smirked, then noticed she already got herself a towel he was about to give her.

"I see you already feel right at home."

She just sent him a small grin, shrugging.

"But your shower has more complicated buttons than some weapons."

"Oh, you work at a console and can't handle a shower?"

A retort was about to come out of her mouth when she realised she could use it to her advantage.

"I might require assistance, General," she said innocently, turning away from him to face the buttons. "After all, you're much more experienced than me..."

These words immediately brought back the desire he lost when he saw her injuries. He remembered what he dreamt of doing, remembered what he missed throughout the week... And he couldn't stop himself.

Warmth was rushing through his veins as he undressed himself completely, then opened the shower door so quickly it startled her. He had to remember she was injured - and hurting her more was absolutely not going to happen - but it didn't mean they could not have a moment of pleasure.

He stood right behind her, and then bent over a little to put his hand next to the controls, trapping her between himself and the wall. The feeling of his body against her back gave her goosebumps, ones she could enjoy more often. Suddenly the hot water wasn't the only thing making her breathless.

"Want me to show the controls?" he asked, and she knew very well he didn't mean the actual controls. She nodded.

"With my fingers?" he asked breathily, his head hovering next to her ear, hot breath tingling her wet skin. Before she could react, he put his fingers between her legs and barely touched her there, yet it was enough for her to gasp in surprise.

"The things I would do to you if you weren't injured..." he whispered, knowing what he was doing to her. "You'd be pinned against this wall and have no time for talking..." he continued, and these words were enough to turn her on. She suspected he was doing it on purpose to make her regret her trainings... But she decided to try to convince him one last time.

"I can still handle a lot."

"Oh, no, you can't," he said to her disappointment. "Take it as a motivation to heal."

"You..."

"I do not wish to cause you more pain," he whispered gently, having planted a kiss on her neck, "and let's say it's a little punishment."

"So you're saying I brought this on myself."

"Yes."

"So we're just going to stand there and look at each other, hm?"

He bit his tongue. That was not going to happen.

Hux grabbed her by the hips and slowly pushed her forward, until the front of her body was touching the wet wall. She was completely trapped - not that she wanted to escape.

"I see the marks I'd left on you have faded a lot..." he whispered, having taken a proper look at her neck. "I think we should change this."

And so he began kissing her neck while keeping her close to the wall, letting the hot water add to their sensations.

"You really want someone to notice..." she breathed out, glad she had the wall for support as he sent a shiver after shiver throughout her body.

"I just want you to have something to remember me by," he replied and then sucked a little on the spot he'd just kissed.

"One can't just forget about you, Gen..." She didn't finish - one of his hands travelled from her hip back between her legs, this time touching her not-so-gently.

"Kriff, kriff," she panted as he moved his fingers up and down.

Oh, he so wanted to make her say that again since the first time he heard it. And he was proud of it.

After experiencing first waves of pleasure from his mouth and fingers, she regained some of rational thinking and decided to let him have some of it, too. She tried to move and he stopped kissing her suddenly, actually worried he might have caused her pain.

"I have an idea," she said, turning to face him. "Didn't we come here to shower...?"

"What are you saying?"

"Let me just..."

She tapped one of the buttons and soap squirted onto her hands.

"So you do know how to use it," he said, pretending to be in disbelief. He was the one who brought her to work on the bridge - now, it seemed, ages ago - and he knew what she was capable of, that was also part of what attracted him to her. Lying about not knowing how to use the shower was just her being a vixen, but hell, he liked it.

"Forgive me that little lie?" she asked innocently.

Hux opened his mouth to argue, but she looked so beautiful then, with wet hair and glistening skin... He just let it go.

"Depends on what you're about to do."

She raised her soap-covered hands and put them on both of his shoulders, then began spreading the soap all over his arms and chest. Hux didn't expect that, but enjoyed it thoroughly. He gave into her touch as she took care of his back, too, wondering why he couldn't shower like this every day - it was as pleasurable, if not more, as her previous massage.

Having covered his back, she returned to the front and slid her hands down his stomach to between his legs. It made him heave a sigh as she wrapped her hand around his length.

"I wouldn't want to miss any spots," she said confidently, beginning to move her hand up and down.

He closed his eyes, using one arm to prop himself against the wall. He began breathing heavily as she picked up the pace and she enjoyed watching his chest rise under her touch. She wanted to go even further, and began to lower herself to kneel in front of him... When she let out a moan of pain. It flicked a switch in his head immediately.

"You hurt," he said strictly.

It was new to him, caring about someone more than about himself and his own desires, so new he didn't even register it at the moment, but he knew one thing - her well-being was the priority at the moment.

"I just..."

"Just listen to me," he cut her off, then helped her steady herself. "My turn."

He took the soap and began to spread it on her, massaging her breasts and buttocks just a bit too longer than it was necessary. Then they both rinsed each other, eventually having not reached the peak of pleasure.

Y/N knew it was his revenge, but at the same time, she also understood more rapid movements could hurt her even more. At least she could sleep in his shirt - large enough for her to cover her bottom - on a bed much more comfortable than hers.

He didn't want to show it, but he made sure she was laying comfortably and without any pain before he settled himself next to her.

"You did it again," she said, shaking her head as she felt her neck for the marks he'd left.

"I only wanted to eat dinner with you." He smirked since they both knew it was not the case.

"Oh, for sure."

He sighed and just moved closer to her to wrap an arm around her.

"Don't hurt yourself again, will you?" he said softly and somehow harshly at the same time.

"Yes, yes. I got the concept, Armitage."

He smiled a little. Hearing his name was a rarity, and when she said it, he appreciated it even more.

"Sleep well," he said quietly.

"You too..." she replied and then couldn't stop herself from adding:

"Big, scary General."

"You're unbelievable."

Despite that, that big, scary General pulled her closer to himself only to fall asleep in complete bliss.

And that bliss caused both of them to wake up a little bit too late. Y/N had to rush out of the General's office yet again, so quickly she didn't even notice the lack of her panties Hux hid safely in his pocket. She had slept extremely well, embraced from behind for the most part, his warmth curing her better than any medical treatment.

"Where were you yesterday?" Malia asked as Y/N sat down by her console, rushingly adjusting her ponytail. Her heart skipped a beat, but she tried not to show it on her face.

"What do you mean?"

"Well, you skipped dinner, so I went to your quarters to see if you were okay and you didn't respond."

Y/N sighed with relief that her friend did not mention anything Hux-related.

"Oh, that... I was asleep. For almost twelve hours straight. Exhausted, completely. The training did me in," she lied quickly.

"You're training today, too?"

Armitage would kill me.

"No, I... Need to stop for a moment."

"Come on, I wanted to join you and now you're jumping ship?"

While Y/N tried to explain to Malia that she was injured and couldn't overstrain herself, Hux arrived at the bridge, his eyes immediately finding the woman he had spent last night with.

His eyes fixed solely on her and he noticed she had a ponytail again. Then he looked down, saw her bottom, remembered her panties were still in his pocket so she could be naked right under that uniform, and it made him feel hot instantly, and...

"Sir."

Mitaka wanted to talk to him, but Hux didn't even hear him at first. Mitaka didn't want to ignite his rage, but at the same time, he had something important to tell him, so he stayed in the spot next to the general, not daring to look where he was looking.

"That minx..." Hux muttered under his breath, confusing Mitaka greatly. He wasn't sure if this was directed at him...

"Could you repeat please, sir?"

"What?" Hux turned to look at him and then realised he was caught off guard, so he composed himself immediately. "Mitaka. What did you want to talk about?"

That day was passing slowly, boringly even, until the end of Y/N's shift was nearing... And there came an alarm.

"General, the Resistance's supplies are about to pass us," Malia said loudly, staring with wide eyes at her screen.

"Destroy them all. Charge the weapons," he commanded, and all soldiers by their consoles began to work immediately while some of the others started sprinting through the bridge to get to the controls.

"Weapon fully charged, General," Y/N informed, keeping her eyes on the screen.

"Fire at will," he commanded, then walked up to her. He bent over next to her to take a look at her screen even though it was completely unnecessary. The moment she felt his presence right behind her, her thoughts immediately wandered to the night before, when he was standing in the same position, naked, creating the marks now barely hidden by her uniform's collar. She gulped, then cracked a smile she just could not resist.

"What are you smiling at?" asked Malia the moment Hux left to pretend to look at others' screens, too.

Y/N had to lie again.

"Destroying our enemies, of course."

The attack was successful, and it lifted the morale of all the soldiers. Y/N regretted Hux didn't invite her to celebrate, but she guessed he was just being careful. Nevertheless, she felt a bit sad as she came back from her usual soldier dinner to her quarters on the next day, about to prepare for a shower, when she heard knocking.

Excited that it might be someone to bring her to the General - or maybe it was him himself - she almost jumped to the door to open it and see... 

A man in a medic uniform.

"Y/N... Y/L/N?" he asked, checking the datapad he was holding. He was taller than her, around her age, with brown, sleek hair.

"That's me," she said, slightly confused.

"I'm Nixol Daffen. General Hux sent me to examine you."

"What do you..."

"He mentioned you'd been injured?"

Y/N sighed. She should've known it would come to this. Even if he had said he didn't trust the medics, he must have sent this guy because he couldn't check on her personally.

Dammit, Armitage. You always get your way, don't you?

"Yes, I... Come in, please." She eventually let him in, knowing Hux would be mad if she didn't.

Nixol walked into the tiny room and Y/N closed the door behind him.

"My injury is not that bad, though, I don't really understand why..."

"General Hux mentioned it was urgent," Nixol cut her off. "One way or another, if you let me examine you, I can see if it's serious."

Y/N nodded - after all, one examination couldn't hurt, and it was another thing showing her how much he really cared for her. She knew he would never send a medic to a soldier just because they got hurt during training.

"So where is the injury?"

"My ribs... Let me just..."  She unbuckled the belt around her waist and was about to take off her shirt completely when she remembered the lovebites on her neck. Even though the medic could not know where they came from, and he had to keep everything he saw a secret, she still wasn't keen on showing them to him.

Therefore, she unbuttoned the last three buttons of her shirt and just lifted it up to right underneath her breasts.

"Oh, you have a patch, that's good already," Nixol said. "When was the last time you changed it?"

"Last night before bed."

"Alright, so we can take it off. Oh, but before that..." The medic looked a bit concerned. "I suspect General Hux might demand reports on your condition... I shouldn't disobey him, but on the other hand, I shouldn't give him any information without your permission... So I thought it would be best to just ask."

"Oh, don't worry, you can pass everything to him. I know how he gets," she replied immediately, wanting to laugh at the thought that the General actually saw more of her body than that medic was ever going to see.

"Thank you, that makes things much easier for me," he said with a relief. "Please allow me to take off the patch, then."

So she allowed him to, and although he did it very professionally, she kept on wondering how jealous Hux would be if he watched.

"Oh, it doesn't look good..." Nixol said, having set the old patch on her nightstand.

Y/N cursed in her thoughts. Hux was going to have a field day.

"It doesn't hurt that much, only when I move rapidly or bend."

"I will scan you to make sure there are no fractures, alright?" He tapped something onto the datapad, apparently going to use it as a portable scanner. "How did it happen?"

"Just sparring," she replied.

"And someone hit all the right places..." He said, taking a look at the excessive bruises once again. "Right to hurt you, I mean. I will be really surprised if there are no fractures."

She gulped. She was suspecting he thought it was the General who did this to her.

"There aren't, I wouldn't be able to move..."

After a few minutes and giving her a new patch, Nixol seemed to have everything he needed and he was tapping away on his datapad.

"To sum up... No fractures, but still very concerning bruises. It would be best if you didn't move too much. And no training allowed, obviously. Use the patches and it'll get better quickly."

"Thank you, I will," she replied quickly, knowing that now Hux will be feeling like a winner.

"I'll come back tomorrow," Nixol said, approaching the door.

"What? But you said it's not that bad, I can change the patches myself."

"That's also General Hux's orders," he explained, shrugging. "I'd rather not question them."

And he left, and this was when she finally allowed herself a smile. Hux cared, he really did, and although it was still hard for her to believe, it was enough to make her heart flutter.

She plopped onto her bed and looked at the picture of her parents on the nightstand.

"You know what, mom, dad? I really think I might love this man..." she whispered and then realisation hit her. "Even though I shouldn't." She hung her head low, remembering what she'd forgotten: there were no romances allowed in the army.

"Pity I chose the worst option possible."

A few days passed and Hux kept his distance, knowing that at least the medic was taking care of her. One day, however, while he was discreetly glancing at her from time to time at the bridge, he noticed something wasn't quite right.

Y/N looked exhausted, and he saw her wince in pain at least twice when standing up. Of course, he couldn't approach her and ask what was going on... But he could ask Nixol.

Hux left the bridge and went into his office, then ordered Nixol to come to him for the first time since the order.

The General wanted to get it over with quickly. Standing in front of his desk with his hands clasped behind his back, he let the medic in and began questioning him immediately.

"What is Y/L/N's condition?"

"Miss Y/L/N is recovering well. I check on her every day as you asked, General," Nixol explained truthfully.

"Then why do I see her wincing in pain?"

Nixol gulped, noticing anger growing in the man in front of him.

"I do not know if she eventually moved too much, this may have caused it... Or it's menstruation pains that may be worsening the..."

Hux stopped listening at the mention of menstruation. That must have been it, he knew she wasn't straining herself... Of course, he had to make sure first, but he was already planning what to do to make her feel better.

But what did he know about periods other than that they existed and were needed to reproduce? Close to nothing since he didn't have a mother, nor had he been close with any woman before Y/N.

"Leave," he cut off Nixol's words and he bowed slightly, then left quickly before the General could change his mind.

This was ridiculous, this was something he had never thought he'd be doing... But soon, he was sitting by his desk and researching periods, appalled by what he had found out. The pain, the fatigue, the mood swings... 

He came back to the bridge quickly, already with a plan in his head.

"Y/L/N."

She heard that familiar voice from behind her and had to suppress a smile.

"Yes, General," she said, barely glancing at him not to grin.

"I want all the reports on my desk, today right after your shift."

Excitement began flowing through her immediately. Maybe that awful day wasn't going to be that awful after all.

"Understood, sir."

He nodded and began walking away, but not too fast, eavesdropping on her conversation with her friend.

"He always wants reports from you."

"Yeah, uh... Embarrassing to admit, but it's a punishment. I pissed him off on my first day and you see."

Hux smiled to himself. That was a smart response, allowing him to ask her for reports more often.

"Yes, I've noticed you shouldn't piss him off," Malia agreed, her eyes focused on her keyboard.

"Pity he makes me do it when I'm right before period, I feel rotten today," Y/N continued, focused on her screen.

Jackpot, Hux thought, now knowing exactly what to do.

So she came to his office as requested, with no reports whatsoever, making sure to knock beforehand - one could never be too careful.

"Enter." The voice was loud and stern, unknowing to whom he was talking.

But the moment she did enter, his stern gaze disappeared and he raised from his seat.

"It's you," he said with a relief after the door closed behind her. "Come, I know you're exhausted."

"I don't know how you know that... But yes, I am."

He meant "come" as "sit down", but didn't mind it when she walked up straight to him to collapse into his arms instead. He embraced her and she thanked fate she could use his broad shoulders and chest as the support she needed for her aching body.

"I needed that more than air," she admitted, having taken a step back to look at him.

"What is wrong?" he asked, still holding her waist and she sighed.

"Women problems, General."

"I'm not a child, Y/N, I know what menstruation is," he said as if he had not found out most things about it mere hours ago.

"You never cease to surprise me." She laughed, and he took it as a good sign. "So if you know, then what is there to say... Everything hurts. And it didn't even start yet."

"So how about a day off tomorrow?" he asked and it made her open her mouth agape. It sounded absolutely unbelievable.

"Really?" she asked to be sure, because it sounded too good to be true.

"I have one guy, he'll be working two shifts instead of one as punishment... One of them being your shift. And you can have the entire day off."

Y/N was listening to this and it seemed even more unbelievable than the fact he was holding her.

"Aren't we also landing for supplies the day after tomorrow?"

"Yes. That unfortunately means Kylo Ren will be there... Why?"

"I was hoping to get a look around."

"If everything goes according to plan, we'll stay for much longer than intended, you'll have time." He assured her. "So... Tomorrow you're off. You also have my quarters to yourself."

"What did I do to deserve all of this?" she asked in complete shock, warmth flowing through her enitre body.

He didn't reply, just gazing into her eyes and trying to find the answer himself. Love was still an abstract concept to him, but he knew he didn't just like her. He had much to learn, but was willing to do it by her side.

She used that moment of silence to put her hands on his chest, then stood on her tiptoes to thank him fully. She placed a kiss on his lips - slow, sensual and full of emotion, a kiss that left him wanting more.

"Come here tomorrow as early as possible," he said quietly after they broke off, "and I'll let you in."

"Will I get to see you?"

"If you're lucky." He smirked, then turned serious again. "Remember you have to make sure no one sees you entering tomorrow. I'll tell others you're sick if anyone asks... And in medbay."

"Oh, yes, you have your love for the medbay." She poked him in the chest. "And for that medic you sent for me. I bet he's already waiting in front of my door. To scan me. For the thousandth time."

This was when Hux smirked yet again.

"I cannot come to your quarters every evening, but a medic can."

"You've never been to my quarters," she retorted and he looked at her in a way that made her shiver.

"Be on your guard, then, because one day I might come for an inspection."

On the next day, as they both decided, she came to him very early. It took many skills from her training to pass through the corridors unnoticed by people nor droids, but once she entered Hux's office, she felt completely secure. She found him barely out of bed, putting on the top of his uniform - his hair wasn't even combed yet.

"That's a view I could enjoy more often," she said with a small smile as she made sure the door closed behind her. "Relieves my pain."

He lowered his head to hide the tiny smile she caused.

"I'm surprised you did come as early as I asked you to."

"I almost didn't sleep at all," she replied, sighing.

"Why?" 

"Cramps." She put her hands on her stomach. "My period came on time. Right at night."

"Then I suppose you should thank someone who gave you a day off today..." Hux said with a cocky smile that made her roll her eyes. She walked up to him to kiss him regardless, and it might have been the best beginning of a day he'd ever had.

"I like your hair like this." She yawned, ruffling his hair with one hand. "Pity that as a General you have to be so prim and proper all the time," she added, then took it upon herself to do up his last button and smooth down his uniform. "There, pretty boy."

He sighed heavily at these words.

"Do you treat it as your life goal to annoy me?"

She chuckled, grabbing his belt to put it on him, too.

"It was a compl..."

They heard a buzz: someone wanted to enter the office. This was when Hux looked genuinely annoyed.

"Go in," he whispered under his breath, opening the secret door with one hand and taking the belt from her with the other.

And so Y/N practically ran into the "living room", which she later regretted, feeling a sharp pain in her abdomen - but at least she was safe from prying eyes of whoever decided to visit the General this early.

She was surprised to see there was something on his usually sterile clean table - a tray, with tea still hot enough to be steaming, and a plate of untouched breakfast. It smelled delicious and fresh, and made her stomach rumble because, of course, she had to skip her breakfast. She barely had time to take it all in before Hux joined her.

"It was Mitaka. He's even more annoying than you," he explained, entering the room already fully dressed.

"I take it as a compliment." She smiled. "Why didn't you eat your breakfast?" she added, inclining her head towards the food.

"I've eaten mine. This is yours," he replied immediately, causing her to open her mouth yet again.

"Don't act surprised," he said, admitting to her, but also to himself, that he will simply continue to do good things for her. "And don't blow my quarters up while I'm gone."

"I'll be waiting for you patiently, General," she said with a small smile, then sat down in one of the armchairs to enjoy the breakfast.

"You have the entire day to think about what you want for dinner," he kept on talking as he typed the password to his bedroom. "There's a datapad next to my bed, you have plenty of time to study the menu," he added and then disappeared into the room.

Y/N kept on smiling to herself through all of this. He was being nicer than she could have ever imagined he could be, but who was she to complain?

"Thank you for all of this again," she said as he came back to her after a moment, this time with his hair already combed back and perfected. "I will return the favour soon, Armitage. Although I'm not sure how, since you're the General and I'm just another soldier, but..."

"Y/N," he interrupted while looking at her in disbelief. "I'm just using my privileges to mutual advantage."

"And don't expect anything in return from me?"

The truth was, he didn't. It was the first time in his life he was doing something out of pure kindness. He didn't want anything from her, he was doing it all selflessly, well, maybe except for the fact he desired her presence as often as it was possible.

"You being insufferable will suffice," he replied, not ready to admit it directly that she alone was enough.

She just giggled in response, unable to control her happiness.

"I'll remember that."

The day was almost perfect for Y/N. After she'd eaten the delicious breakfast, she decided to lie down in his bed and read, maybe play around with the datapad as he suggested, but was scared of staining his sheets. Even if he was constantly nice to her, her period blood on his bed would be still embarrassing - that's why she took one of his towels and laid it on the mattress. After that, she was free to enjoy immense comfort on his large bed.

It was, however, a long day for Hux. Never before had he anticipated the return to his quarters so badly. Of course, war was his passion and so was commanding, but he couldn't help thinking about who was waiting for him. He tried to focus on his duties as always, but even some soldiers noticed he was different.

Malia, on the other hand, noticed her friend's absence and it concerned her greatly. She thought Y/N must have really made the General mad - maybe he moved her? Or imposed a punishment on her? Someone disappearing from their position was never a good sign.

"Marlen, did you see Y/N today?" she asked as she sat down next to the engineer at dinner. The boy shook his head.

"No, no... She wasn't at dinner yesterday, either, was she?"

Malia nodded, sighing.

"Yesterday at dinner, today at breakfast... That's why I'm concerned. She's been disappearing a lot lately. Hux keeps on calling her to his office, too."

"Either he likes her or holds a grudge against her."

"Please, Hux liking anyone sounds abstract." Malia shook her head, causing Marlen to stifle a chuckle.

"I know."

"It's more possible that Ren likes her. They've known each other before."

"I mean, we can only speculate..." Marlen shrugged. "But if she really pissed him off, we'd better not do the same."

Malia agreed, at the same time promising herself she'd find out what was going on with her friend.

She had no idea there was literally nothing to worry about when it came to Y/N. She was sleeping peacefully in General's large bed, unaware when and how she had dozed off, the datapad she was using somewhere on the pillows next to her, her body only partly covered by the sheets.

This was how Hux found her when he came back to his quarters. What a lovely picture that was, just her, sleeping peacefully, a picture he could watch for hours. However, there came a loud buzz of electronics as he tried to enter his bathroom - and it immediately stirred her awake, causing him to curse under his breath.

Y/N sat up slowly, looking as though she had no idea what was happening to her. She rubbed her eyes as she realised Hux was standing opposite her.

"Oh, you..." she said in surprise. "I... I don't even know when I fell asleep..."

"It's good you're recharging after your sleepless night," he said as he could sense she was feeling a bit embarrassed. "I didn't mean to wake you, but now that you're awake... I suppose I can order dinner."

"That would be perfect..." she replied, still rubbing her eyes.

"Did you actually manage to choose something?"

"I know the menu by heart now." She laughed in response.

Twenty minutes later they were both sitting in his living room with food. Hux reported everything that happened that day to her strictly professionally, as if he still treated her like any soldier. That's why she couldn't stop herself from teasing him about missing her at the bridge, what he didn't comment, but the answer was right there on his face. He let down his guard in her presence once again... But did he mind that much?

Having spent the whole afternoon together, both of them didn't really want to part in the evening, when Y/N was supposed to go back to her quarters and act like nothing happened. Hux could stop her, of course, but he knew this would be extremely risky.

It was hard, watching her leave from behind his desk. He was tapping his fingers on the surface of his shiny desk, considering his next actions.

"What is it?" Y/N asked suddenly, lingering right in front of the door, and he looked up at her in confusion.

"What do you mean?"

She turned to face him, crossing her arms on her chest.

"You look like you want to tell me something."

Indeed, he wanted. He wanted to tell her to stay, wanted to completely ignore everything and everyone, to take her back into the bedroom and kiss her endlessly. He was shocked by his own fantasies at the moment, that's why he was afraid of opening his mouth and accidentally revealing too much.

"Change your patch before bed," he said eventually, sighing in defeat. He had to restrain himself, giving her that day off and his quarters to herself was already too much, even if deep down he would give her much more. One last kiss was on his mind, but this was also something he had to stop himself from, because who knew what he would do if he did kiss her again.

"Yes, sir," she replied, then sighed, too, reluctantly leaving his office.

Hux wasn't too happy about landing, because he knew it meant meeting with Ren, and seeing him every day for many days. Little did he know Kylo would piss him off just mere minutes after leaving the ship.

Y/N was walking out with other soldiers, talking to her friend, and Hux had her in his sight as he talked to the engineers who were supposed to check the ship's condition. He could see she was feeling better and it satisfied him, even if Kylo Ren was standing opposite him, supervising the soldiers leaving the aircraft... Until he spoke.

"Y/N Y/L/N," he said from underneath his helmet while she was passing him. Y/N stopped in her tracks in front of him, getting a shocked look from Malia.

"Yes?"

"Follow me," he ordered, then took her aside, a few metres away from the ship. Hux saw that - and he was furious, especially since he couldn't do anything about it.

Despite the worried looks the other soldiers were giving her, Y/N didn't feel too stressed around Ren - she knew he wasn't going to do anything to her, maybe except for annoying her like he used to.

"Missed me, Kylo?" she asked with a chuckle as they were out of other soldiers' earshot.

"Do you take it after Hux? Being this annoying?"

"Can say the same about you." 

"As a matter of fact, I wanted to tell you that I've looked through your latest reports. You've got the best results now... Fastest reaction time, highest level of accuracy... Didn't expect that from you."

Y/N smiled to herself. She didn't know that, but she did find herself focusing on her job better than ever, in most cases - to finish quickly and see Armitage.

"See? You don't appreciate me enough, Kylo." She crossed her arms. "And what are you wearing that helmet for when you're talking to me, huh? Trying to scare someone?"

"Yes, look at Hux. He's already pissed his pants," he said, clearly amused as he inclined his head towards Hux whom they could still see from a distance. 

Y/N gulped. She really hoped Kylo wouldn't think of slipping into her mind and seeing what she really thought about Armitage - she had to play it off, somehow.

"I think you underestimate him. He's very intelligent and he knows what he's doing," she blurted out and only later realised she might have complimented Hux a bit too confidently. But he did know what he was doing, especially that one night... She suddenly remembered his head between her legs and it took her a deep breath to calm down.

"If you're going to stand here and glorify Hux, then I'm not talking to you," Kylo huffed, making her roll her eyes.

"Wouldn't hurt if you were nice once, Kylo," she replied, in her head desperately looking for another subject to make him forget about Hux. "Remember when we sparred together? And your only advantage was you being bigger than me?"

"We could spar now with my hands tied and I would still win," he replied without hesitation and she looked offended.

"Excu..."

"Hux clearly doesn't like me talking to you," he cut her off, ignoring the subject as he looked at the General again. "We must do it more often."

"Oh, so now I know you wanted to talk to me. Charming." She rolled her eyes again.

"That's only partly true. Keep up your results and we can talk about sparring again," Kylo replied and although Y/N couldn't see it, she knew he was smirking underneath that helmet. "Go before Hux orders you not to talk to me," he added, clearly amused since both of them knew that if the General could, he would certainly do that.

Hux didn't get to talk to her about what he saw, but he did spend the day cursing Ren in his thoughts. He actually didn't even get to see her for the next few days, busy discussing their next moves with Ren, Phasma and other officers. He almost didn't see her at all, and it frustrated him greatly, especially when he constantly had to talk to Ren instead of her. He had nothing other than Nixol's report that she was almost completely healed, and that she didn't need daily check-ups anymore.

That's why Hux was anticipating one particular day... Most of the soldiers had nothing to do, only the engineers were busy checking the aircraft and preparing them for their next journeys. It was rare that most of the First Order had some time to spare, that's why many soldiers decided to meet up in the dining room and celebrate their short freedom.

Y/N was among them, sitting with Malia and some others, about to down her first drink of the evening - it didn't even get too dark - before two Stormtroopers came to the party... And said they were there to take Y/N to General Hux. In spite of enjoying herself with the others, she didn't mind meeting him at all, even if she had to pretend she did.

"No way," said Malia, looking at her in disbelief as she stood up. "He can't give you one evening off?"

Y/N just shrugged, acting as if she were upset and simply had no choice.

"I'd rather not piss him off," she replied, then quickly followed the Stormtroopers to his quarters, remembering to learn the way as she went.

Hux's office on Starkiller was much more impressive than the one on the ship. It was still in black and red, still illuminated by reddish light, still polished and still sterile clean, but it was way larger and very spacious. Hundreds of electronics were buzzing and humming quietly, some machines placed on the floor, some on the walls... Big windows were located on either side of the room, revealing the snowy landscape, but her eyes were only on the centre of the room, right in front of her.

There it was - a wide, shiny desk, much wider than the other one, standing right in front of a red flag with the First Order's emblem on it. But why marvel at the interior if the main attraction was right there by the desk?

Hux was in his uniform and coat, sitting with one gloved hand on the desk, and the other holding a cup to his mouth. He swallowed hard when he saw his guests, then set his drink down to reveal an extremely cold expression. With just a nod of his head, he showed the Stormtroopers to make her sit down on the chair opposite him.

Power was radiating from him; it was just the perfect picture: the desk, the flag behind him, the uniform, the gloves... It turned her on a little, seeing him like this and knowing what he could do to her.

"Leave us," he said harshly to the Stormtroopers after she was seated, and they left immediately. The moment the door closed behind them he stood up, towering over her.

"Now, who do we have here?" he asked, keeping his hands behind his back and looking at her in a way that made her feel smaller than ever. She could almost sense the desire radiating from that look, the desire he tried to hide behind pretending to be mad.

"How can I help you, General?" she asked innocently, already knowing she won't regret losing the evening with the other soldiers.

"Certainly not by talking to Ren, subordinate Y/L/N," he replied, almost piercing her with his gaze. She was playing along as he walked towards her slowly, carefully and knowing he had the higher ground, almost like a wolf stalking its prey.

"I apologise, sir, but he's my commander, too. I am bound to obey him."

He stood right next to her, then bent over, putting one hand on the desk and using the other to turn her chair towards him.

"In this office," he put his hand under her chin, forcing her to look at him, "I am the only one you listen to."

She couldn't suppress a smile as she enjoyed the proximity, his face only inches from hers. They just needed one, short cue to finally give into each other.

"Understood, sir," she whispered, staring at his lips.

It was enough.

He cupped her face and leaned in for a kiss, a hungry one, one he was anticipating for days. She responded with just as much enthusiasm, almost losing her balance in the chair while their kisses were becoming more and more inappropriate.

"Can we do this by the windows?" she asked after they'd gasped for air, first drops of sweat forming on her forehead.

"You cannot see through them from the outside," he whispered, gazing at her almost with flames in his eyes. He leaned in for one more kiss before grabbing her hands and pulling her to himself, making her stand up.

"Would be a shame to miss out on the opportunity to show you my quarters here... While everyone's busy."

"Lead the way, then," she said with excitement, smiling widely. She wanted to take off this coat, these gloves, all that was keeping her from him.

And so he led her to the door hidden behind the First Order's emblem, to a living room much larger than the ship one, but still very similar, mostly black and red, polished and shining, with a bit more shelves and electronics than before. There was still a black couch you could easily lounge on, two armchairs, a smaller couch and a table, and finally an ottoman, most of them with additional pillows. The only light was coming from the reddish, wire-like lights installed in the walls - and there were no windows to worry about. 

There was, however, one more door in the back and she was almost sure she knew where it led to. He, however, stopped in the room and stood in front of the table, watching her marvel.

"I've heard your injuries are better," he said suddenly while beginning to take his gloves off one finger at a time.

"Yes, they are practically go..." she began, grabbing the belt around her waist to unbuckle it, then immediately decided against it. "Or why don't you check for yourself, General? After all, you always inspect everything so thoroughly..." she added teasingly.

He took off his second glove and threw it aside, looking at her with a small smile. Of course he wasn't going to pass on that.

"That we can agree on."

He approached her and unbuckled her belt himself, then tossed it aside to open her shirt, button by button, making sure she felt his fingertips on her skin. Having opened the shirt, he revealed her bra - he couldn't help but glance at her breasts first, before taking a look at her sides.

"Much better," he said after a moment, seeing that her bruises were almost completely gone. "But you're not fully healed, are you?"

"I'm feeling like a newborn. Injury gone, women problems gone..."

"Is that so?" He raised an eyebrow. "So you wouldn't mind not being able to walk again?"

Butterflies erupted in her stomach. She put her arms around his neck, gazing deeply into his eyes.

"A small price to pay."

"Needy." He shook his head.

"Learning from you. I only wanted to spend the evening with my friends..."

"Not when you have work to do tonight."

With every word, the excitement kept growing, and Y/N was only waiting for that bubble to burst. Kriff, she adored this man more than she could say.

"And what would that work be?"

"I believe you have something to win back."

"What?"

He took a step back, then reached into his pocket to pull out...

Her panties.

He was getting drunk on power, watching her eyes widen as she came to realise they were hers.

"How long have you had them?" she whispered, almost losing her voice.

"Long enough."

"Armitage..." she said in pure disbelief, still appalled by the fact he had them.

"How do you intend to win them back?" he asked, clearly proud of himself. She knew she couldn't let him win this easily, that's why she quickly turned her shocked expression into a mischievous one.

"I'll let you keep them." She stroked his chest confidently, then moved closer to his face. "For when you miss me."

This clearly took him by surprise and he had no counterattack at the ready. She could see he was searching for one in his mind, and so she seized the opportunity to tease him further.

"They aren't part of the uniform, are they?" she asked with a smirk, unaware she was bringing doom on herself. He immediately got an idea how to get revenge, but it would take him a little longer.

Without answering, he shoved the panties back into the pocket of his coat, then took a step back to take it off and leave it on a hanger on the side of the room she had not noticed before.

"Where were we?" he said as if clueless, then walked towards the secret door. "Ah, yes. You haven't recovered fully yet..."

"Armitage, you know it's not..."

"So you'd better lie down," he cut her off as he typed in the password to the next room. "Today I am in charge of your check-up."

The door slid open, and he turned to her to beckon her inside.

"You know the password," he muttered as she walked past him to get inside, shivers going down her spine.

She thought he must have really trusted her to give her the passwords so freely... And, on the other hand, she knew that if she betrayed him, he could have her killed at the snap of his fingers. He wasn't risking even nearly as much as she was.

They entered his bedroom, designed the same way the previous room was, but with much less furniture. Two nightstands, a wardrobe, three shelves and, of course, a large bed with black sheets that looked extremely comfortable were placed in a windowless room, one that also had an extra door to the bathroom on the left side of the bed.

Y/N, with her shirt still open and showing her bra, carefully laid down on the mattress so as not to hurt her still delicate ribs and let our a sigh of pleasure.

"You can't imagine how much I love your sheets..."

He didn't comment on this. Instead, he locked the door and then he climbed onto the bed, hovering over her. She saw him glance at her breasts once again before he looked at her face.

"Now, what have you and Ren been talking about?"

That was not what she expected to hear when he stayed there, looking at her like that.

"Is this an interrogation or a check-up, General?" she teased, but he remained unbothered.

"Answer me."

"You," she sighed, "among other things."

"Is that so?"

"He told me how he has to talk to me more because it annoys you."

"It does," he replied, then put one hand underneath her chin to make sure she was looking at him. "But you know? I have also talked to Ren about you. And he wants to give you a higher rank."

"He does?" she asked, sincerely surprised. "And... Do I get it?"

"If I agree," he replied in a low voice, and then inched closer to her face. "You will have to persuade me."

And although deep down she knew she already had his approval, she felt bubbles of excitement flowing through her just at the thought.

"Gladly." She grabbed the hand on her face. "Would you mind showing me your bathroom, too, General?"

The bathroom was almost the exact copy of the one of the ship, except that it was larger and instead of just the shower, in the right corner there was also a deep, wide, black bath only waiting to be used. Hux immediately walked up to it and turned on the hot water to fill it up.

They didn't even have to talk about it - one look was enough. The moment they got their hands on each other they began stripping the other person immediately, kissing passionately in the process. Getting hotter with every second, they kept their hands roaming, as if wanting to feel every inch of the other one's skin. With all the clothes long forgotten on the floor, Hux broke off the kiss to grab her hand and lead her to the bath.

It was large enough for them to sit next to each other comfortably. Hot water was still rising as they returned to kissing, holding each other close. As Hux's mouth began travelling from her lips down her chin, and then to her neck. Waves of pleasure began flowing through her as his lips met with the pulsing artery on her neck.

But she remembered she was supposed to impress that night. Her hands travelled underwater, right between his legs, and it didn't take her much movements to make him throw back his head in pleasure.

"You little..." he began, but didn't finish as he let out a sigh when she picked up the pace.

"I may be little, but obviously not you." She chuckled and then quickly moved to switch her hand with her butt. As she began rubbing herself against him in the hot water to mutual delight. He moved his hands from behind her to grab her breasts, massaging them with his large hands.

Soon she increased her speed, and the speed of their heartbeat also increased as she heard him groan. She felt his hands leave her chest as he let out a moan right before reaching his peak.

Y/N let him feel a few more moments of bliss before moving to sit next to him again, watching the advanced mechanics immediately filter any water contamination.

"Would that be enough?" she asked as she kissed him on the cheek, enjoying watching his heavy breaths she knew she was the cause of.

He looked at her, still slightly out of breath, then placed a longing kiss on her lips she took as a 'thank you'.

"As I said, you haven't recovered yet. You aren't getting anything," he said harshly. "But when you do recover..."

"I already got something, though," she replied with a smirk, putting a hand to her neck. She couldn't see it, but she already knew she got a new mark; he loved leaving them on her, just in the right places so her uniform would cover them.

At that moment, she saw his gaze soften the way she had never seen before. It was almost like she was looking at a different person, she couldn't even connect him with the strict general she saw every day: they were just so different...

"Stay with me tonight," he said under his breath, moving hair out of her face with tenderness.

These words made her heart flutter, just as every invitation from him did. However, she didn't want to show him how excited she was.

"I thought it was a given."

He let out a sigh of frustration, then massaged his temple.

"Y/N, how many times do we have to talk about you being insufferable to make you stop?"

"I won't stop and you know it." She kissed him again and it seemed to settle the matter.

"Have you eaten dinner?" he asked instead, changing the subject.

"Yes. My delicious soldier dinner," she replied ironically.

"I'll call for dessert, then," Hux said without hesitation, making her heart pound yet again. Every time she realised he really cared for her it seemed just as unbelievable as the first time.

Before leaving the bath, she gave him a quick massage, finally managing to finish one without any interruptions.

"Yet again I have nothing to change into," she complained as she wrapped herself with a black towel, causing him to roll his eyes.

"I'll give you something, go."

She gave him a grin and ran to the bedroom, giving him a chance to begin his revenge. He picked up the new panties she left behind on the floor, intending to keep them as well. Why not keep all of them until she has to win them back?

She was lying on his bed with just the towel around her body when he came back to her in a black, satin shirt and pants. He was holding another black shirt for her to wear, but also something else.

"The medic said you don't need the patches anymore..." he was saying as he dropped the shirt onto the sheets next to her. "But you still need this."

"What is it?" she asked as he held up a small, white tube of something.

"The ointment I intend to put on you."

Before she could reply, he carefully grabbed the hem of the towel and put it aside, revealing her body. And although he saw it just minutes before, he couldn't help but take a moment to marvel at her figure once more. It all came back to this: why did she need that stupid training if she already looked like this?

He put the ointment on his hands, grabbed her sides and then moved them down to smear it on her ribs. She hissed in pain when he did, making him cock an eyebrow.

"Still hurts. I was right, wasn't I?"

"Oh, shut up..." She rolled her eyes, then closed them in pain as his large hands kept on massaging the ointment into her skin.

"What did you just say to your superior?"

"The 'superior' that plays a medic for me right now?" she retorted, and he had no reply to this. Part of why he adored her.

Soon, they were both lying in bed comfortably, waiting for the dessert and talking just about anything they missed from the time they had not seen each other.

"I'll make sure Ren gives you that higher rank soon," Hux said at some point, and she couldn't suppress a smile.

"Maybe one day I'll be a general like you... Worth it just for the sheets." She hugged them tightly, making him stifle a laugh. She seemed to love these sheets more than anything.

"I'll find a way for you to have them."

He could almost see her eyes sparkling with excitement after he said that. She almost jumped to hug his side.

"My hero."

Something flicked inside Hux when he heard that. No one ever called him that. He was never the hero, never someone's first... And there she was, Y/N, making him feel such good emotions he hadn't even thought he was capable of experiencing.

There, at that moment he wanted to tell her how happy he was that he had her, but these words just couldn't escape his mouth. He wasn't ready. He was still learning to feel the positive emotions, but he promised himself that one day he would tell her how much she was changing his life.

They spent the night together happily and, in the morning, had to return to their respectful duties as if nothing ever happened. 

Especially for the General, the next few days weren't as wonderful as that night, and not only because he didn't see Y/N at all out of carefulness. Hux may have had many privileges thanks to his position, but he also had almost as many responsibilities - and sometimes, they were just too much. Besides, spending time with Ren never helped his mood, planning the attacks, taking care of every single detail that might help the First Order win the war... And he loved war, he really did, but he was human, too. Anger, stress and tension were causing his mental health to deteriorate.

And one particular night it all became too much. He was tossing and turning in his bed, unable to fall asleep no matter how comfortable it was. Nerves were wrecking him, and he was used to it, but this night... It was just one of the worst ones.

He, the big, scary General, as Y/N liked to call him, was supposed to be strong at all times - even if that was simply impossible. Everyone had their weaker moments and Hux hated to admit it, even if only he could see them.

What to do? Where to go? He usually coped with it himself, the stress, the sadness, the negative thoughts... But this time, he couldn't help thinking that there was someone who could make him feel better. Someone sleeping in another building who could save him with one hug, maybe even one word...

Was he ready to do it? Was he ready to go to her and show the vulnerability he'd never shown to anyone?

He sat up in his bed and hid his face in his hands. He knew she wouldn't refuse. He knew she would help him. But to show himself like this...?

It was almost as though it were his legs leading him to his wardrobe, not his mind, clouded with the worst thoughts imaginable. He put on his coat and buttoned it to hide the pyjamas, then quickly put on his boots as well, planning to slither through the corridors as fast as possible to reach her quarters.

He passed a few soldiers on a night patrol duty on his way, but none of them dared ask him what he was up to, mostly cowering at the sight of him. When he finally reached the correct door, he felt so stupid, embarrassed even, something he wasn't used to feeling.

Nevertheless, he knocked before someone could see him, and after that came the most stressful half a minute of his life before the door finally slid open. Y/N was there, in thick pyjamas, half asleep, shocked by what she saw in front of her.

"It's you," she whispered in disbelief, then immediately stepped aside to let him in before anyone could see.

The door closed and she glanced over at the clock, suggesting it was the middle of the night. Although her room was almost completely dark except for the tiny ray of light getting inside through a small, circular window, she could still see his concerned expression. She was somehow sure he didn't come to her quarters for the first time ever, in the middle of the night, for no particular reason.

"What's wrong, Armitage?" she asked softly, and this was when he collapsed completely, having no logical answer for her.

"It's... Bad, Y/N. Sometimes it's just bad," he replied eventually, not liking this answer, but he just couldn't say more. To his surprise, she seemed to understand.

"Oh, come here."

Without any questions, she embraced him as tightly as he could, and he immediately knew it was the best decision to come to her. With that embrace, with her warmth radiating onto his body everything became just better.

"I can't believe I'm showing myself like this to you," he said, then gulped so as not to fall apart.

"Stop it. No one can be strong and composed all the time," she whispered, bringing him even closer.

"I'm the general. I have to be."

She stepped back to stroke his cheek.

"But you can drop the general when you're with me."

When she said that, he felt as though he could really do this... And this pushed him to say something he wanted to say for some time.

"Maybe we should talk about it."

"About what?"

"Us," he replied and she immediately felt a knot in her stomach. This didn't sound like good news, him saying this in the middle of the night, broken.

"Don't tell me you want to end it," she murmured with hurt in her voice, plopping onto her bed.

"What?" He raised his eyebrows, sitting next to her immediately. "Why do you get cocky when it's not the moment and shy when it's not the moment, either?"

"So what is it if not bad news?"

Her reaction switched Hux's mood instantly. Forgetting his worries for a moment, the General cupped her face to make her look at him, not knowing where his confidence came from.

"I wanted to ask, now officially..." He sighed and she could see it was hard for him to speak. "Do you still want to do it?"

"Do what?"

He hoped she wouldn't ask that. He hoped she would just know what he meant, even if it was stupid to think so, since he asked out of the blue. He looked down and let go of her face, preparing for the answer as if bracing for impact. He'd never done something like this, hell, he'd never felt about anyone the way he was feeling about her, and those feelings grew stronger every day.

"Be with me," he said in the most delicate whisper, having never felt so vulnerable. "Behind closed doors, still, of course..."

"You almost gave me a heart attack." Y/N sighed with relief as she had realised it was good news.

"So?" He put up the courage to look at her, still anxious, but a bit happier after seeing her gaze soften.

"Armitage, I already told you that... That I'm falling in love with you, more and more," she began, and even though she was repeating herself, it was still somehow hard to admit it. "And I know I shouldn't, since you're my superior, but..."

"But we have closed doors to protect us," he said with a hint of hopefulness in his voice.

"Something like that." She laughed shortly. "But yes, the answer is yes, I want to be with you."

Hux thought his heart might jump out of his chest. It was unbelievable, hearing that someone actually wanted to be with him, such an unknown experience to his heart. And just like that, now he was happy, probably happier than he'd been in years, and couldn't suppress a smile before leaving a chaste kiss on her lips, one that made both of them bathe in bliss of the moment. 

And so it was settled. She was his - he was hers, but it didn't mean things were going to get easier.

[fluffykittensox]

A little Drabble for the Gingerrose hub holiday event starting with the prompt “tinsel”

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(Authors note- I just wrote this in app with one skim of proofreading. I apologize for all grammatical errors, and wierd spacings. )

Who in the world could it be at this time of night she wondered as she quickly threw on a nearby coat over her sleepwear. It was dark, freezing cold, and it had snowed earlier in the day and now everything was iced over. Not fit for man nor beast outside.

Rose was fixing up this old cabin as a sort of therapeutic relaxation after so many years of war and destruction. Her friends knew if they needed her she’d be on the next transport before the holo call ended but she was glad for the quiet. So much has happened and she needed a rest, a time to recharge but she could never truly sit still so she bought this place as a relaxation project.

She slid on some slippers and made her way to the door. She looked at the monitor next to it showing an outline of a slight figure on the other side. She knew the face well.

Throwing open the door she was face to face with a man who looked like a walking piece of tinsel, his overly worn coat no match for the snow and the icy layer that had formed on it, his pale skin adding to the silvery effect. Only his red hair stood out to declare this was a man and not a droid. He also looked like he hadn’t eaten a good meal in a long time. Thin and gaunt. No trace of the arrogant man that had commanded legions just years before.

She just stood there staring in disbelief until he broke the silence.

“I had no where else to go”.

He said through his chattering teeth. He looked down to his feet in shame and embarrassment. He was not a man ever used to asking for help and had no expatiation on it being given but he had something, somthing that had kept him alive as he floated through backwater ports after the fall of the First Order, something that was new to him, he had a small flickering spark of hope, hope that the women who had been the angelic voice on the radio that he had given clandestine information too, might be kind enough to at least give him a hot meal before he was sent away. But right now he was desperate, broke, and alone. He looked up into her eyes with humbleness when she said

“Come in”

He just stood there frozen unsure if he heard correctly. Rose grabbed Hux’s arm and gently pulled him in the door before slamming it with a thud against the biting wind.

“Sit”

She commanded him, and pointed to the large comfy chair nearest to the fireplace. He did as he was told and his body started to shiver even more as it started to warm up again. Rose came back with a couple of large heavy blankets and enveloped him with them then disappeared into the kitchen to heat up some water for tea.

Under the shaking blankets, wrapped still in a carry bag hanging of his shoulders came a tiny

“meow”

Millicent stirred and started to scratch trying to get out of the cloth bag. He wouldn’t have left her behind for the world. He was just sad she had suffered along with him but he didn’t trust anyone to care for her either.

Rose returned from the kitchen with a tray carrying a cup of tea and a bowl of reheated soup and placed them on the table. As much as she wanted to ask a million questions and possibly tear into him she was not mean nor malicious enough to attack while he was in such a state. Again a little

“Mew” came from the bag with little scratching noises.

“Do you have a lothcat in there???” She asked incredulously.

“Yess, Millicent…I couldn’t leave her” he whispered in between sipping the warmth from the cup he held tightly.

Rose just sat dumbfounded staring at this man, considering though, as she went back in her mind to some of the longer conversations they had over the radio during the war, she recalled now him mentioning his lothcat, but the fact he had carried her with him from then to now was an astonishment. She wasn’t sure if of bravery, compassion, or stupidity but astonishing none the less. She sat watching him start to eat the soup but then glanced at the monitor that showed the front door camera to see that it had started snowing again. Of course she would allow him, them, to stay till the storm cleared but beyond that she didn’t know.