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

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

Getting caught

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

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

Word count: over 1.8K

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

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

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

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

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

Did something happen?

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

What is he talking about?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Oh.

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

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

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

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

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

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dumbbitchenergy17 · 9 months

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Clan of Three - Chapter 21

Chapter Twenty-One: The Spies

Plot: A Mandalorian, an infant with a history of the jedi, and a teenager with similar powers and a heavy role to bear. Now reunited their journeys across the galaxy are just beginning to complete their final mission.

Word Count: 8K

Pairing: Father Figure!Din Djarin x Platonic!Teen!Reader

Warnings: fighting/violence, injuries, some wholesome moments, father-daughter moments, character death, massive angst, PTSD, just really fucking sad and depressing

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An evil out in the galaxy, the remnants of a destroyed empire forced to hide in the shadows slowly rebuilding until they can make their return. A man in imperial armor flanked by several soldiers wearing white armor and red sensors. He enters a laboratory full of tanks holding deformed and growing lifeforms, entering a conference chamber that was already going on via holograms.

“The New Republic is vulnerable, but we must be cautious and show no sign of our true strength.” One of the imperial officers states.

“Easy for you to say, Captain. There’s a fortune to be had plundering the hyperspace lanes,” A bald male commander disagrees as the man in the room actually watches the disagreement.

“Commander, your hit-and-run operations are gaining too much notice,” Captain Gilad Pellaeon reminds the commander, “If we are perceived as anything other than a group of unorganized remnant warlords, the New Republic will increase their efforts to hunt us down.”

“There are citizens loyal to the Empire on every planet in this galaxy,” A female officer speaks up, “They’re already getting sick of this New Republic and its rules and regulations.”

Another bearded officer nods agreeing to the woman’s statement “And if we give them a show of strength, they will rally behind us.” The woman nods but Pelleaon shakes his head

“But that strength must not be wasted. Grand Admiral Thrawn’s return will herald in the re-emergence of our military, and provide Commandant Hux enough time to deliver on Project Necromancer.” Pelleaon mentions the formidable Admiral. Hux smiles and the imperial warlord steps forward and Hux motions to speak.

“Captain Pellaeon, you always speak with much authority, and yet, I see,” He scoffs looking around, “Once again, that Grand Admiral Thrawn is missing from your delegation. Any word on when he will be able to participate in the Shadow Council?”

Pelleaon scoffs before replying, “With respect, our one hope for success relies upon the secrecy of his return.”

“Captain, secrets are my stock-in-trade,” The warlord reminds him, “I hear whispers from one end of the galaxy to another, and never a word of Thrawn. You have spoken of his imminent return…perhaps, it’s time we look to new leadership.”

“Hear, hear.” The female imperial officer agrees and Hux nods, “Project Necromancer is in place for that.” He asks the warlord.

“Yes, Commandant.” “What has become of Doctor Pershing and the research you promised us?” Hux asks and the warlord is silent, “Doctor Pershing was captured by the New Republic. His research is lost. For now, at least.” He says and Hux nods,

“I also hear whispers, Gideon. You held Pershing and were attempting your own experiments on Nevarro.” He questions the warlord, Moff Gideon.

“The creation of clones is your obsession, not mine. I account for what goes on in my sector, no more, no less,” Gideon looks around at the council, “The same can be said of every member of this Council.”

“Yes.” “Of course.” “That’s right.” “Yes.”

“And yet, we individually scrape and claw resources awaiting the grand plan to take shape, while you and Pellaeon amass countless resources and equipment which should be shared,” Gideon observes each warlord and Hux nods holding a datapad, “Oh, we already received your request. Three Praetorian Guards,” He scoffs, “Sounds like someone is concerned about an assassination attempt.” Gideon is silently his hand scratching his chin feeling the scars that litter his face. It was more of a second chance of an assassination attempt.

“And he thinks I’m being the flashy one,” Pelleaon remarks, “But following your first attempt it’s remarkable you’re still standing today.” The news had spread quickly through the empire of Gideon’s capture before he was soon rescued. The warlord with control over Nevarro and eyes all over the Outer Rim. But he had a key asset to taking control of a vital planet that could bring the return of the empire and it was thwarted by a man in beskar armor but the scars that would stain his skin forever caused by a young girl with abilities assumed to be extinct.

You stand over him the Darksaber in hand ready to deliver the killing blow. The rage and wrath you were going to enact your revenge.

“And reinforcements for your TIE interceptor squadron,” Hux asks and Gideon lowers his hand from the scars marring his face pushing away those memories, “And… bombers.”

“Yes, I see. And what is your security concern?” Hux asks and Gideon moves towards the middle of the room, “Mandalorians.” The council is confused by this information.

“What? They continue to be an issue?” An officer asks and Gideon nods, “They do. I am increasingly confident that they are preparing to retake their home world of Mandalore. They have a Jedi among their ranks as well that is Mandalorian too.” The council knew of this Jedi girl that had been involved with Moff Gideon but the news she is Mandalorian as well the pieces connected. The name whispered in alleys, through bounty hunters, even the New Republic was looking for her, is seen as the person who took down the Warlord Moff Gideon. Of Mandalorian and Jedi blood. The granddaughter of Jedi Master Obi-Wan Kenobi and Duchess Satine Kryze and current wielder of the Darksaber.

“A resurgent Mandalore would hamper our efforts.” Pelleaon remarks and the warlords a nervous about this news.

“Which is why we need to stamp them out now.” The others agree as he meets Pelleaon’s gaze, “You’ll have your reinforcements and your guard.”

“We shall be rid of the Mandalorians once and for all,” Gideon turns around looking at his fellow warlords, “Long Live the Empire!”

“Long Live the Empire!”

All repeat as Gideon leaves the council with only one thought in mind. While the Mandalorians were a threat to him only one stood out to him, a man who was willing to tear the galaxy apart for two individuals and his daughter that wouldn’t let someone stop her from finishing off the warlord. Din Djarin and Y/n Kenobi-Kryze were a threat to him but to finish this once and for all both parties need to be separated. The young princess would have wished she accepted his offer so long ago…

The planet Nevarro is serene and peaceful when the loud rumble and citizens look at the sky in shock, High Magistrate Greef Karga works in his office when he notices the tremor seeing a shadow overcast his city. “High Magistrate! High Magistrate!” The protocol droid enters the office, “An Imperial shuttle is advancing over the city.”

The Magistrate moves to the balcony viewing the large fleet over Nevarro City, “First, that’s a light cruiser. And second, it’s not Imperial.” “With apologies, sir. According to my data, it is.” The droid says from its information, and it wasn’t wrong technically.

“No, no. It was an Imperial ship. Look at the markings,” On the bottom of the light cruiser is the large design of the mythosaur, “See, those, my friend, are Mandalorian privateers. I’ll bet you, half that fleet was captured from the Empire.”

“So, they’re on our side then?” The droid asks and Greef nods, “I should hope so. They’re our welcomed guests. Come.” From the Mandalorian covert, the Armorer emerges from her tent other members of the Tribe gaze at the approaching Mandalorian fleet in wonder. On the Gauntlet the four of you fly before the fleet approaching the covert,

“I hope these two groups get along. They’ve never met, and what little they know of each other, they hate.” Bo-Katan says warily, with the new fleet and the new owner of the Darksaber a lot of pressure was on her.

“They will if they wanna survive.” You say trying to soothe her worries as the Gauntlet and the rest of the fleet land. Exiting the ship Bo-Katan led followed by her followers as they move forward as the Mandalorians of the Child of the Watch stand on opposite sides.

“Take the children inside.” Paz Vizsla orders his son and the boy is leading the children away from the situation between adults. You spot amongst the tribe the copper and white armor relieved to see him again. Bo-Katan and her followers remove their helmets as silence fills the area the tension between two groups of different beliefs. You were certainly a fight was to break out when a clanging fills the air you sigh of relief as the Armorer lowers her hammer and tongs.

“Welcome, fellow Mandalorians,” She greets the newcomers, “We invite you to make camp. Let us prepare a feast for our guests.”

It was uncomfortable and tense leading to the feast of the animosity between two tribes as you were pulled away, meeting the new IG-11 when Din and Grogu returned inside the droid while you were with Bo-Katan and the Armorer. You caught glances of the Mandalorian you wished to see but you were too far apart and when he left to join the hunting party for the feast you didn’t see him until night. A large bonfire was used to cook the animal but also to light the area, the two fractions divided a very awkward meal with only half eating the other not allowed to eat before others. They talk amongst their own clans before Bo-Katan rises to stand knowing she has to say something,

“Mandalorians. It is time to retake our home world. Even though the planet is not cursed, there are still dangers. Dormant species have been awakened from the bombings. The remaining magnetic interference has made it impossible to scan the surface from above the atmosphere.” She explains as they all listen in, “Which is why I’m proposing that we leave Nevarro and move the fleet into orbit above Mandalore. We send down a small recon party. We’ll scout the surface, find out what remains of the Great Forge, and establish a safe perimeter. Only then, will we bring down the others. I need volunteers from both tribes.” She says and silence fills the encampment of those averting their eyes from their technical leader’s gaze. You look around before making eye contact with Bo-Katan who tries hiding her nerves but you can feel them.

“I will go,” Din speaks up and Bo-Katan nods gratefully, “Y/n and Grogu as well.” He says and Grogu coos while you nod. It’s quiet once again before you see Koska Reeves grab her helmet holding it to her side as she stands.

“I will go.” She says and Bo-Katan nods now having two from each tribe, “I will go.” Woves says with a nod rising to stand.

“I will go.” Paz Vizsla states standing up as well his gaze meeting Woves as they watch each other. “I will go.” You hear Kaz’s voice and you spot him standing his gaze meets yours and he gives a small nod and you return one back. Soon others are standing volunteering themselves before the Armorer speaks up, “I will go as well.” The scouting party created the rest of the night a bit tense but lighten up.

You don’t even wait for Bo-Katan to return to your small group, you’re already up moving away from the adults towards the person you’ve been dying to see since returning to Nevarro. Din sighs watching you disappear amongst the Mandalorians seeing where that boy Kaz once was is now gone from his spot too. Bo-Katan pats his shoulder as she takes your seat, “She’s going to be alright, besides it’s good for her to be a normal teen for once well I guess adult.” It didn’t seem real that you were an adult, just yesterday Din met the girl on Arvala-7 and Bo-Katan didn’t know it was her grand-niece while helping hijack an imperial cruiser.

“I know..” Din sighs breaking apart pieces of meat for Grogu to eat who accepts it with open hands, he spots you and your Mandalorian off to the side beside the tents your hands holding the sides of Kaz’s helmet. You speak to him with a large smile across your face as he presses his helmet against your forehead. “I don’t want her to have her heartbroken…I wouldn’t know what to do. I barely got her back from Gideon.”

“Kid…hey cyar’ika..will you please look at me?”

He calls out to you, he feels like he lost two of his children, one with the Jedi that had long left and the girl in front of him but seemed to be millions of lightyears away. Moff Gideon was removed from the light cruiser going off with Boba Fett, Fennec Shand, and Cara Dune on the Slave I. Leaving himself, you, Bo-Katan, and Reeves as they went to meet up with the other Mandalorians. The female Mandalorian that was apparently your grand-aunt had allowed you two to stay willing to bring them anywhere in the galaxy before they went off for their plans to reclaim Mandalore though without the Darksaber that was now in your possession.

Your eyes were glazed over but they seemed to be focused on an item gripped in your hand as your breathing suddenly picks up. Din looks realizing the weapon in your grasp, prying from your strong grip and throwing it off in the private room you two were given. Din still hadn’t put on his helmet there was no reason to try to hide at the moment, he had already done the worse thing any Mandalorian of his creed could do. Remove one's helmet in front of a living person and he did it for you and the child.

“It’s gone..okay it’s gone.” He whispers holding your face between his palms forcing you to look at him and you barely even register him tears welling in your eyes. The blood drips to the floor from your fingers as it freely bled, your knuckles were shattered no doubt just drenched in your blood and the Moff’s. Your clothes were bloody parts of them ripped and tattered a large open hole was at your stomach and on your back and he assumes it was from…he didn’t want to think of that. He still wasn’t sure how you were standing before him and he thanked his gods and the Force that comes from you. Blood speckles your face and your messy hair as he tries swiping at the dried blood as a tear slides down your cheek wetting some dried blood before another one and they pour down your face like a waterfall. Din felt helpless seeing your innocence completely stripped away from you. Your lip wobbles as a strained whine like a wounded animal is held in your throat as you try not to break down. Din feels his own eyes burn but forces his own sadness to be pushed down as you choke back a cry. It was repressed as you hold in your cries your shoulders shake and before Din can try comforting you hit the ground a cry of pure terror comes out. Din hits the ground with you as you frantically start rubbing at your arms tearing at your skin blood spewing from your deep scratches.

“get it off…get it off…Get it off!” You scream as you try to rid the blood that marks you and Din has to wrestle with your arms to pull them away from each other and from you to stop causing harm to yourself. “Stop it Y/n! Stop!” Din yells fearfully of you being so terrified of Moff Gideon’s blood on you that you were hurting yourself in your panic. Tears blind your vision as he looks over you forcing your hands into one of his and cups your cheek with the free one. He could only describe pure fear in your voice and your face as Moff Gideon continues to plague you despite the fact he was lightyears away from you. “He tried to…” You break down as he pulls you into his arms holding you in the crook of his neck your arms clutching his cape.

“Oh cyar’ika…I got you…you’re safe..it’s just us.” He reassures you blinking away the tears from his eyes as you sob in the safety of his arms, “Din.” You whimper as he presses a kiss to the top of your head whispering into your hair.

“You’re safe…you’re alright. I’m not leaving…I got you cyar’ika.” It was a promise…a vow to always protect you to make sure this never happens again. To never see another tear be shed, shelter you from the harshness of the world, to keep yours in his embrace safe in his arms. He would put his life on the line, let himself die, and break his creed a thousand times over to make sure you never go through this kind of pain ever.

Din watches you speak to that boy as he holds you in your embrace Bo-Katan sees the nervousness and fear coming off the bounty hunter, “She can’t go through it again. That kind of pain isn’t meant for her…this life isn’t meant for her.” He voices his worries. He would bring you away from here, hide you away from the world even if you would hate him for the rest of your life if it keeps you safe he was willing to. But he couldn’t be selfish…he couldn’t live in a world where you hated him, and they were so close to the end. Returning home to Mandalore, start anew and when that time came he would hang up his blaster and sit back and watch you grow older and be a father, not a bounty hunter. So he watches you be happy in this moment of serenity praying to the highest being to keep that boy safe for the sake of your heart.

The next morning after bidding goodbye to Magistrate Greef Karga, the fleet, and its Mandalorians depart from Nevarro to Mandalore. The Mandalorians sit in the hull for the drop while you, Grogu, Bo-Katan, and the Armorer sit in the cockpit. Both the N-1 and X-Wing left on the light cruiser and R4 sadly stays on the cruiser. He was a bit disappointed but you reassured him, he would be the first person you bring when you return from the scouting party. All the ships exit hyperspace reaching Mandalore as the Gauntlet heads towards the stormy surface, “Scouting party descending to surface. We’ll lose comms shortly.” Bo-Katan says speaking to the people in the back as the ship rattles entering the thunderstorms that surround the planet’s atmosphere. Soon you’re breaking through the storm flying over the destroyed cities of your homeworld.

The doors slide open as Din enters holding onto your seat to stabilize himself, “They’re ready.” Bo-Katan presses on a keypad, “Secure infill zone.” Soon the Mandalorians depart to the planet you remain hovering over before you hear a transmission come through, “Gauntlet, landing zone secure.” Woves announces and the ship lands the five of you disembarking. Grogu controls IG-12 as you touch the glassy surface.

“Somewhere below is where our ancient capital once stood,” Bo-Katan tells the other Mandalorians, “We’ll survey the surface until we find the Forge and create a safety zone. Only then will we begin to bring down the settlers. We start scouting in that direction.” She points in the direction of the sunset.

“Form up.” Your expedition begins walking in pairs through the terrain, you walk beside Kaz in front of Din and the Armorer. A large distance is covered before you sense something. You pause and Kaz and Din look at you confused.

“Kid?” “Something’s heading towards us.” You comment to the Mandalorians sensing a large presence looking out and seeing something on the horizon, “There, on the horizon.” You point out as a large land ship with wheels approaches.

“Nite Owls.” Bo-Katan commands and the Nite Owls quickly get into position the rest of you holding your weapons ready for whoever it was. “Flanking left.” You were more surprised about the fact that people were actually here and if so how did they survive the Purge? The ship comes rumbling to a stop a distance away before a voice shouts out.

“Do you have food?” “We do.” Bo-Katan replies and another man onboard shouts, “You wear the crest of the Nite Owls?”

“I should hope so.” Bo-Katan says, “They’re Mandalorians.” The Armorer says.

“Is that the voice of Lady Bo-Katan Kryze?” Your party is silent as Bo-Katan decides to confirm, “It is.” Suddenly three Mandalorians activate their jetpacks leaving their ship and landing in front of the scouting party. They remove their helmets revealing tired but hopeful faces.

“We knew you would not forsake us, Lady Bo-Katan. We have failed you, but our blasters remain in your service.” They lower their heads slightly bringing a hand to rest over their hearts. Your group found itself on the ship eating dinner only those who took off their helmets at. You sat between Din and Kaz with Bo-Katan at the head of the table.

“They intercepted any ships they saw leaving. They took no prisoners. They bombed every surface twice over. They punished us as a warning to the whole galaxy because we refused to surrender.” The Captain of the landship explains and Bo-Katan grows quiet.

“That’s not true….I did surrender.” She says and the Mandalorians went silent before whispering amongst each other, “After our forces were annihilated in the Night of a Thousand Tears and defeat was imminent, I met with Moff Gideon. The ISB had reached out to me to negotiate a cease-fire. In exchange for submitting to the Empire and disarming, all remaining cities and Mandalorian lives were to be spared. That is how Moff Gideon came to possess the Darksaber. I didn’t trust him, but it was the only chance I had to save our people. And then he betrayed me and we were helpless to resist the Purge of Mandalore.” She explains. The air is tense as the truth of the destruction of this planet is revealed.

The Captain swallows harshly turning to the still helmet Mandalorians, “How did these others survive?” “We were hidden on the moon of Concordia.” The Armorer explains.

“Are you Death Watch?” The Captain questions a bit suspicious of the terrorist group that went into known hiding on Concordia, “Death Watch exists no longer. It shattered into many warring factions.”

“Our people have suffered time and again. From division and squabbling factions,” Bo-Katan says looking over the table, “Mandalore has always been too powerful for any enemy to defeat. It is always our own division that destroys us.”

“And what does a Jedi have involved amongst our kind? The last time Jedi and Mandalorians fought side by side was the Seige of Mandalore during the Clone Wars,” The Captain says remembering fighting there as well, “I thought the Jedi were all killed off?”

“That is true…I make no sense here. To some, I am an enemy..to others a reminder of the past allies you once fought alongside,” You say holding your hands over the table, “I am here to return to my home planet and see the rise of Mandalore and its people. My father once wished for Mandalore to be a planet for all Mandalorians despite which fraction or division they came from to have a homeworld, no matter if you are Mandalorian by blood or Mandalorian by Creed.” Your gaze meets Bo-Katan's and then Din’s.

“Though I no longer wield the Darksaber….I fight alongside my grand-aunt for the chance that we and the Mandalorians scattered across the galaxy may all return home.” The table is silent surprised and shocked by the words coming from you. The diplomacy and leadership exuding from you, Bo-Katan sees her sister in you with your words.

“You’re…her grand-niece.” The Captain says shocked many of the Mandalorians stuck on this planet see the resemblance between you and the redhead. “I am Y/n Kenobi-Kryze.”

You leaned against the railing of a secluded part of the land-ship it was stationed the traveling continuing in the morning. The breeze cooling on your skin as your elbows rest on the wood looking out on the destroyed planet that was the home of your family. “That was a good speech…told you I can see a leader in you.” Kaz’s voice comes from your side as you glance over at him. You hum returning your gaze to the open space of Mandalore, you only wished you could have seen this planet in all its glory.

“Do you ever wish you were here on Mandalore when it was still standing and in all its glory,” You ask and he leans against the railing beside you as he thinks for a second, “I think it would have been nice being on a planet of our people, but I don’t think I would have survived the Purge of Mandalore.” He says honestly and you give him a look.

“That’s morbid.” You say and he chuckles slightly, “No but it also meant we wouldn’t have met. I mean if you were here you would be in the capital as a princess and me just a lowly commoner.” He says teasingly and you shove him producing a laugh from him.

“I am definitely no princess. Maker imagine me in a dress and those uncomfortable shoes!” You ramble and you notice him silent watching you, “What?” He keeps looking at you before shaking his head and looking away, “No you can’t just not tell me!” You grab his arm and he looks down at you.

“Does my princess command me?” You hear the smile on his tone and you roll your eyes, “Yes she does now tell me.” You cross your arms across your chest and he’s quiet before leaning forward and pushing a piece of hair that gets in front of your face.

“I think you would like quite pretty in a dress.” He says and your face flushes and you turn away making him laugh, “What you told me to tell you!” He says between laughter before he spins you around to look at him and he presses his forehead against yours and you close your eyes slightly.

“Naboo.” You say and he leans back looking at you confused, “What?” “I will only wear a dress on Naboo. I was told that it’s the most beautiful planet in the galaxy. And there are lakes and waterfalls and fields of flowers and plants as far as the eyes can see. So if you want me to wear a dress it has to be on Naboo.” You explain and he nods.

“With the uncomfortable shoes?” He asks and you smirk, “We’ll see.” The two of you stare at each other a silence falling over you two its two magnetics coming together. His hand covers your eyes the other pulling off his helmet then his lips meet yours. He drops his hand seeing your eyes closed his hand wraps around your waist and pulls your closer while the other holds the back of your neck. Your hand plays with the back of his hair the other holds his face as you kiss him. It’s gentle but filled with passion as you both pour in your affection for each other. There wasn’t any room left between you two as he slightly bends over and you push yourself on your toes. You both pull away holding your face against his chest trying to catch your breath and you feel the rise and fall of his own chest. A pair of lips press against your hairline and you smile into his chest before you hear the metal hiss as his helmet is put back on. You pull back staring at the copper and white beskar as you feel his gaze on you his thumb strokes your cheek.

“I should go before Din starts his own hunting party.” You say a small chuckle comes from the two of you as he nods. He leans forward his forehead meeting yours, “I’ll see you tomorrow then mesh’la.” You pull away giving one last glance at him before you head back toward the group. You spot on the second level of the ship just before the group is you see the flash of silver beskar under the moonlight. Heading up the stairs spotting the familiar armor of Din and you’re silent as you join his side. He seems to have the same idea of lean against an object and pondering.

“You alright?” You ask and you can feel his brief glance at you before you both stare forward. “That boy…Kaz, is he your partner?” He asks and you're surprised by his question and more of his phrasing.

“Kaz and I aren’t together like that! I mean I don’t think so…we haven’t really talked about it.” You ramble as he looks over at you, “But you do like him.” You’re quiet now that you think about it you two discussed what you two were. Sure he said he liked you and you liked him but did that make you two together? It was all strange new territory that you had no guide to help you.

“I do...It’s just...I’ve never had this before..people like me like that,” You felt embarrassed what if you had it all wrong and this was just a big thing you thought it was. You bury your face in your hands, “Maker I’m so stupid..” Din leans on his arms on the railing looking at you.

“Look, I have no idea what that boy’s intentions are, but…I do know that he would be lucky to have you.” Din says and you lift your head up looking at the older man, “Really?” You ask and he nods and it grows silent once more before you speak up.

“Do you feel like everything is going right that it’s meant to go wrong?” You voice your fear for only him to know, “I mean everything we’ve been through, Grogu and I get rescued by you and the Mandalorians--we get the bounty hunters to come after us, we get to meet Ahsoka and she can’t train us, we go to the seeing stone--the empire gets us, even on Tatooine we got Cobb and the people of Freetown and he almost died. Every time we get close to winning something horrible goes wrong,” Your tone gets slightly frantic all the possibilities making you more nervous.

“What if something happens to the Mandalorians, to Grogu, to Bo-Katan, or you!? I don’t know what to do if you’re gone-” “Hey calm down nothing’s going to happen,” Din grabs your shoulders making you look at him, “I promised you I was never leaving you and I’m not. Ever.” He reassures and you nod before he pulls you into his arms just holding you there. His chin rests on the top of your head nothing is said between the two of you but you could tell he meant every single one of his words.

“I love you, dad…” You say and he freezes slightly before his arms squeeze you tighter to him, “Love you too, kid.” He responds his voice thick with emotion. He was glad to have the beskar helmet on his head covering the tears in his eyes. Hearing the title you called him and the meaning of it to both you and him. Din would always be there for you, to protect you and care for you as a father would.

The following morning the landship returns to the Gauntlet so the Armorer and the weak Mandalorians can return to the fleet to be taken care of while the others lead you to where the Forge is. “Onward, Mandalorians! To the Forge!” The Captain yells to his crew as you set off. Sat on a crate beside Din you see most of the Mandalorians resting or waiting for the arrival of the forge. Two however play a game of chess. Vizsla grabs his enforcer making a flank jump and Woves sighs, “You can’t move an Enforcer like that.”

“It’s a flank jump. And you’re about to submit.” Vizsla says and Woves gives him a look, “But only the Wing Guard can flank jump.”

“The Enforcer moves like a Wing Guard when it’s flanking.” Vizsla retorts and Woves sighs shaking his head and turning to his companions with a laugh, “These primitives make up their own rules for everything.” Insulted by his accusation of cheating Vizsla draws out a vibroblade.

“Seriously?” “Submit or fight.” Vizsla demands to Woves who looks at the Mandalorian, “Can you believe this?” The two suddenly break into a brawl with their blades, punches, and kicks both getting their fair licks in.

“Should I step in?” Din questions and Bo-Katan shakes her head, “Neither side can step in. It was bound to happen sooner or later.” The two continue fighting both ready to strike each other with their blade when Grogu comes between them with IG-12 breaking up the fight as he spams the droid’s vocabulator,

“No. No. No. No. No. No. No.” The two men are silent before retracting and heading off to different sides of the deck, “You taught your apprentice well.” Bo-Katan comments and Din looks over at the child who is looking at the three of you,

“He didn’t learn that from me.”

A sharp whistle fills the air as the Mandalorian in the highest peak shouts down to the Captain, “There, on the starboard bow!” The ground crackles ahead of you all seeing the green glass shatter and some dragon-like monster appears from the ground its tail swinging down on all of you

“Abandon ship!” The Captain shouts and you feel arms wrap around your waist you quickly wrap your arms around their neck as you’re sent up into the air as the tail smashes into the ship it exploding in a ball of flames. Landing a distance away, Mandalorians land haphazardly around you as debris rains down on you and Din covers you with his body. He pulls back looking over you as people around you shout, “This way! This way!” “Hurry up! Faster!”

“You good?” He asks you and you nod you’re brought to slightly underneath the surface but the rocks above you shake falling around you, “We’re not far. We need to go further down.” The Captain yells and you’re all sent underground the rumbling of the creature that attacked you recedes the deeper down you went. The cave leads to a tunnel that opens up to a large open space.

“Where are we?” You ask looking at the enormous machines that lined the deep trench, “This is what’s left of the Great Forge. This was once the heart of our civilization. But the fires have been extinguished since the bombings.” Woves says as you walk alongside the small outlook showing the forge.

“You lived here?” Vizsla asks and Reeves glances at him, “We all did.”

“We never left,” The survivors’ captain adds, “Survived by migrating along the surface until the war ended. Some tried to explore below, but none survived.” The distant sound of jetpacks echoes through the cave and you see a multitude of them heading toward you all.

“Jet packs?” Din says confused, “More survivors?” Woves comments when you notice the design of the armor and a wave of panic rushes over you. That bad feeling of being close to winning and something going horribly wrong starting.

“Those aren’t Mandalorians.” You call out as they immediately take fire, ambushing you all, “They’re Imperials! Take cover.” All the Mandalorians take cover firing at them. Your saber pulls from your belt instantly deflecting blaster fire it hitting the armor in return but making no impact as they continue firing.

“They’re wearing beskar armor!” You shout as a few land before you and you dodge blaster fire spinning your blade around and aiming at spots not covered in the lightsaber-resistant metal. It’s harder combat against them, one grabs your hair pulling you towards the edge and a vibroblade is stabbed in the trooper's neck releasing you. Kaz’s hand pulls you to your side as you go back to back fighting against troopers that try to get the drop on you.

“We’re pinned down. We need backup.” Din shouts while fighting his own pair of troopers. Casualties happen on both sides as many questions run through your head through the battle. Where had they even come from?! You thought you were the only ones on Mandalore unless they were tracking you and followed.

“I can make a run for the fleet and get us reinforcements.” Woves volunteers firing at the troopers that are up in the air raining down on you all. “No, it’s too far.” Bo-Katan disagrees not wanting to lose any more men and women.

“I can make it. It’s our only shot at taking the planet back.” Woves pushes.

“There’s a split in the ceiling there.” Vizsla points at the opening leading to the surface and moves forward with his large machine gun, “I’ll lay down cover.” Blaster bolts are fired at the troopers some getting hit fatally as Woves takes off. One tries attacking him mid-flight when its armor is crushed quite violently and send falling to the ground. Making brief eye contact with you he continues and flees to the surface. You spin around stabbing your saber between the gaps of armor your free hand pushing out Force pushing them into the cavern. The dwindling troopers against the resistance you show make them retreat into another tunnel.

“They’re retreating!” Vizsla shouts as Bo-Katan reloads her blaster before rushing forward, “Advance.”

“For Mandalore!” The Mandalorians shout as you run alongside Kaz firing after the troopers, Din reaches your side as you suddenly leave rocky terrain and enter imperial flooring and walls. That sense of nerves adds weight to your chest the deeper into their base. The troopers fly off on the jetpacks leaving you all in the base. You take in the TIEs and Bombers that wait patiently to be deployed your fear only growing stronger. The Imps didn’t follow after you…they were here on Mandalore all this time, and with how much was here they must have been here since the Purge.

“What is this place?” Bo-Katan says as you look around when a door hisses shut and you spin around seeing all of everyone minus, yourself, Kaz, Din, and one other Mandalorian on the other side of the blast door. You raise your saber to cut through the door when you hear Din shout and an alarm goes off.

“It’s an ambush!” A squadron of Imperial commandos lands on the platform firing at the four of you. Spinning your blade to deflect blaster fire but it was too many as one takes down one of the Mandalorians. Din and Kaz fire their blasters at them when a fibercord whip wraps around Din’s neck yanking him back. “Din!” You shout barely dodging a blaster fire blocking the attack as he fires another cable wrapping around his wrist and he sends a wave of flames. You thrust your hand out crushing the trooper that was choking Din, his limbs snap in a horrid position as he crumbles to the ground. A loud cry fills the air and you feel the life drain from your body. Spinning around and seeing Kaz holding his hands to his side as he crumbles to the ground, you release a yell raising your saber to attack his perpetrator when a blaster rifle slams against your temple. Stars blind you as you hit the ground your saber falling out of your hands and your quickly jumped by three troopers. Their hands grab your arms and pin them behind your back as you thrash violently.

“Let me go! Kriffing let me go! You son of a bitch!” You shout feeling cuffs being placed around your wrist and you try calling your lightsaber but it remains laying on the floor. Your shouts fill the air as you see Kaz on his side his hands pressed to his side blood quickly spilling from his side, “No! stop it. Stop it! Kaz!” You cry out struggling more and your face is slammed into the ground and blood spills from your mouth and nose.

“Don’t you touch her!” Din roars seeing three of them manhandle you to the ground. He fights against his own restraints, the cable tightly around his neck and one on each wrist forcing his arms to cross his chest so he couldn’t use them as three troopers for him bringing him to his knees. Your gaze is focused on Kaz as he bleeds out, alive but losing blood too quickly. Someone lands on the platform seeing a person in Dark Trooper armor, the Mandalorian-style helmet with spikes on the crown similar to the Armorer.

“Disarm them.” A modulated voice calls out and you struggle in your assailants’ grasp as they remove your blaster and vibroblade from your holster. The Dark Trooper motions to the troopers restraining you and you’re pulled from laying on the ground to shoved on your knees as you fight in their grasp. You watch them grab their helmet removing it and the air leaves your body and it’s silent as you stare back at the man. Who tormented you, ruined your life, kidnapped, assaulted, and tried to murder you, the man you tried to kill but failed. He wasn’t meant to be here…this wasn’t real you would open your eyes and be back on Nevarro or at the Great Forge and you never got into a fight with the Empire. He wasn’t real..this wasn’t real. But when he spoke your worst nightmare was confirmed,

“Thank you for gathering the Mandalorians into one place,” He says, and you are unmoving. Moff Gideon was back. He finds delight in seeing the horror and pure terror in your expression as the Mandalorians behind the blast door has no choice but to watch. “You were a talented people, but your time has passed. However, as you can see, Mandalore will live on in me. Thanks to your planet’s rich resources, I have created the next-generation Dark Trooper suit forged from beskar alloy and the most impressive improvement is that it has me in it,” Gideon holds his hands out showing his suit off. If looks could kill Din would have killed Moff Gideon a billion times over, his gaze kept moving from Gideon, to Kaz who continues bleeding out, and you who was paralyzed in fear.

“You see, every society has something to offer. The cloners. The Jedi. And even the Mandalorians. By aggregating the best of each, I will create an army that will bring order to the galaxy.” Gideon felt power knowing his plan had worked and he had everyone where he wanted them to be. “Why don’t we take your fleet off the board while we still have the element of surprise? Activate the interceptors and bombers.” He orders and Bo-Katan slams her fist against the glass.

“No!” The Klaxon alarm blares as the Interceptors and Bombers are activating, “In but a few moments, the Purge of Mandalore will be complete.” Gideon grins and a harsh cough fills the air he looks down and spots the weak Mandalorian a few feet from you still kicking. You see Gideon’s gaze on Kaz and you go feral fighting harshly against their hands.

“Don’t you kriffing touch him! Leave him out of this!” You shout blood mixing with tears and your words and emotions reveal the one weak card he was willing to fully exploit. “Strip him of his armor.” He orders and the pair of troopers keeping guard moves forward as you scream for mercy they pull up the Mandalorian to his own knees as one holds him the other being pulled off his armor.

“Let him go! Stop it, please! If you want your heirs you can have them! Please let him go…please!” You shout out as Kaz cries out in pain as he’s stripped of his armor leaving his helmet on Gideon strides forward kneeling before you admiring the tears in your eyes and the blood that comes from your injuries. You hear Din yelling from behind you and Bo-Katan as well. Gideon grabs your chin forcing you to look at him and you feel sick staring at the man his touch sending you into shock.

“Unfortunately that offer is now off the table,” He rises back up and you see him walk towards Kaz not before reaching down and grabbing your saber as you scream and cry out realizing what he was going to do. Grabbing the Mandalorian by the chin of his helmet he rips it off him and you’re staring back at the man you had cared for, giving your heart to. His skin was pale but not sickly, his features sharp with a few cuts littering his perfect face. He was beautiful with short straight black hair you had felt in your hands but didn’t know the color of anything and his eyes piercing and blue like the clearest waters. They were filled with pain but also sadness as he looks at you and you see the acceptance in his gaze that sends you into a panic.

“Kaz, get up. Kaz, kriffing get up and fight. Please stop! Please don’t do this…I’ll do anything please don’t. I beg you!” You shout as he takes in your features one last time though tear-filled and bloody you still look beautiful in his eyes, “Kaz, please get up!”

“I love y-” The blade cleaves through his body and a scream of anguish rips through your throat. Kaz keeps staring at you until you see the life fade before you and Gideon as the boy you loved crumples to the ground.

“Nooo!” You were dead this wasn’t real. Screams and cries tear you apart as you hunch over in the troopers’ arms sobs raking through your body as the air is ripped from your body gasping for air. The Mandalorians behind the blast door and the one behind you are silently looking in horror as Gideon kills the love of your life and worse with the saber that was the symbol of your kind. The weapon of a jedi used to slay your lover. Your gaze was focused on Kaz’s lifeless one as he stared at you with those empty eyes already glossed over. “I’ll kriffing kill you...No! No...I’ll kill you.” You shout not a threat a promise with hatred in your voice. As Gideon holds your weapon in his grasp attaching it to his person.

“Take him to the debriefing room and bring the dear princess to the command center.” Gideon orders and Din is forced to his feet struggling in their grasp seeing the lifeless look in your eyes as you scream out into the air. He failed you, to keep you safe, to make sure you’re heart would never be broken. Din had seen you lose everything important to you and he knew you had lost a part of yourself with this final strike.

You’re pulled to your feet but you can’t stand weak and nauseous as they hold up your weight, “None of this would have occurred if you had accepted. He’s dead because of your actions, princess.” Gideon mocks you as you’re sent into a spiral sobs racking your body and hyperventilating from the shock that has taken over. You’re pulled as you cry out whispering to the man you failed. “i’m sorry…i’m sorry…i’m sorry.”

You didn’t see the meaning of waking up in the morning, a reason to smile, to eat, to breathe, to live. You had lost greatly and your heart could only take so much. His love with haunt you like a phantom, his touch burns and scars your skin, his kiss a mere memory, and his death will drown you until you too leave this plane of existence. You didn’t deserve happiness…you would never love again. You had nothing left in you to love. Your happiness, your love, and yourself had died right alongside him held in his arms with dead promises to visit the far-off planets you dreamed of.

A/N: I'm sorry🫣 Also for those wondering the face claim for Kaz is Freddy Carter. I live for Kaz Brekker so just picture that gorgeous man. One more chapter left!!

#star wars #star wars fanfiction #the mandalorian #clan of three #clan of three series #din djarin fanfiction #din djarin #din djarin x reader #din djarin x teen!reader #din djarin x jedi!reader #din x reader #din djarin x y/n #mando x reader

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omaano · 1 year

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Last one for @bobadinweek's bingo - A Gravity Falls AU for my FREE square! I'll make a whole post to sum up all my contribution to this bingo a bit later (I made 10 artworks for this event in the past year omg!) - but I'm really pleased to end it with this one - just look at how cute they are as babies! There are some musing about this AU (and another variant) under the cut if you're interested ;)

I'll admit that I don't actually know much about Omega (aside from how she appeared in some fics and what I saw of her on this site), but I already felt bad enough for taking her bow and giving it to Boba (if it's up to Grogu he won't be able to keep hold of it for long, lol), so I felt it best to let her keep her hat and give her the journal. She seems more like the type to pour over it, while Boba just jumps headfirst into any and every kind of adventure. (Also imagine Boba with a pig-sized mini rancor. He'd lose a limb to it, but he would also LOVE it!)

I know that it's usually headcanon'd that Din and Boba are about the same-ish age (with usually Boba coming out a year-or-two older), but for the sake of fun here let Din hit puberty and his growth spurt a bit earlier and be just a bit older, and let Boba have his gay little awakening that summer.

(Just imagine that episode where Dipper makes multiple copies of himself (I know the roles don't track perfectly, shush!) to try and ask Wendy out for that dance/date at the party - and make it Boba trying his very awkward best [insert clone joke here], and, say, put an equally teenage Cobb in Robbie's place, except Cobb turns out to be cool, and now Boba is in all kinds of trouble, and surrounded by too many cute boys wow (but Din is still the cutest with his weird frog-eating baby troll). This idea's kept me entertained through the struggles of trying to keep track of my lineart and flat colour layers with the background here lol.)

ALTERNATIVELY I also entertained the idea of Boba and Fennec running a con mystery shack because they try to lie low for some crimes and not get caught (they are just the ideal type of chaotic-dumb-but-secretly-competent combo, who would play super dumb about any supernatural shenanigans going on while casually leaning against a rancor under a way too small sheet in the corner); and Din is the handy man helping out around the shack, trying to cover for his weird slightly green son who should not be allowed near frogs or you will see something you can never unsee after, and baby Rey, Finn and Poe could be the ones to get into all kinds of supernatural trouble (with Hux as Pacifica, and Kylo/Ben as Lil Gideon lol that would even work with Han and Boba having an archnemeses kind of situation going on). Plus Boba has an endless supply of lost competent twins so...

#bobadin #bobadinaubingo #boba x din #boba fett #din djarin #tbb omega #omega bad batch #the mandalorian fanart #tbobf fanart #sw fanart #digital art #gravity falls AU #my art #I swear I tried to keep this last one simple if I'd picked the second variant (as I'd entertained it a month ago)#I would have evnded up drawing a whole interior of the mystery shack and like 7 characters #and I am not going to do that to myself on a time constraint #I haven't yet recovered from that bookshop interior yet lol #one day I will get the photo qulaity of my posts right I swear

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Practice Makes Perfect - 7

the college au. from the start on ao3.

haha this fic started off as pure smut but has turned into complicated as hell relationships and emotions...

David/Asher, Milo/Sweetheart, Gavin/Huxley

Practice Makes Perfect - 7

Somewhere between the locker room confession and getting out of the showers, most of the team had decided they all needed breakfast.

Asher tried not to sneak glances at David… or outright stare at him. He’d said he liked him. In front of everyone. And as much as Asher’s mind tried to convince him he meant it as friends or was trying to patch up the awkward situation between them… he knew that wasn’t what David had meant.

Asher was pulling his hoodie from his locker, the team already talking food and carpooling to the diner. David came up beside him, their lockers side by side like always. He palmed the back of Asher’s head, ruffling his wet hair before sliding his hand down to give the back of his neck a subtle squeeze that sent chills through Asher’s whole body. “Ride with me?” he asked.

Asher almost bit his damn lip, nodding. He liked the public affection, subtle but somehow screaming loud. They’d always been touchy, but this was different.

They needed to talk but right now, this was nice. This was fucking perfect. Maybe Asher didn’t want to talk. Maybe talking would ruin it. Asher tended to ruin shit by talking…

They all made their way out of the locker rooms, into the morning air, spilling toward the parking lot.

He stopped, forgetting all his own shit when he spotted Huxley and, of all people, Gavin talking just up the path. Hux had taken off quickly. He did that sometime and Asher still hadn’t figured out if he should stop him or not. Maybe he needed to get away from the crowd? Maybe he didn’t want to hang out? As much as Asher would respect that, he just wasn’t sure that was it.

There was something awkward about Gavin and Huxley’s conversation. Hux was twisting the strap of his back and edging a step back, to the side, like he didn’t know how to get around the man in front of him… who was half his fucking size.

“Huxley!” Asher shouted, smiling and peeling away from the group. “There you are! Fuck, you left in a hurry.” He stopped like he was surprised to see Gavin. “Hey, Gav. I don’t think I’ve ever seen you up this early…”

Whatever strange nervous look had been on Gavin’s face was gone, replaced by the smooth flirt Asher had known for years. “Oh, I think you have…”

Asher grinned and leaned up to throw an arm over Huxley’s shoulders. “We’re going to get breakfast. You coming with, Hux? I’m trying to get a pancake eating contest going.” He nudged his chin at Gavin. “You want to come too, Gav?” He was already turning Huxley toward the parking lot and the team.

He was more than a little surprised by how Gavin hesitated. He even asked Huxley if it was okay. What the fuck was going on between them? And when did that even happen?

Milo spotted Gavin and the team was soon cat calling and begging the notorious art major to join them, some offering to win the pancake eating contest in his honor and others trying to talk him into joining. Gav flourished under the attention, even pretending he couldn’t figure out Milo’s helmet, getting him to put it on for him.

Asher still had an arm over Huxley’s shoulders, but didn’t catch any signs of jealousy. In fact, it was Gav sneaking peeks at Hux, not the other way around. What the hell was between them? “If you really don’t want to hang out, we can drop you at the dorm, but you should come! This place has the best pancakes.”

Huxley nodded. “Sure. Yeah, I mean if you guys don’t mind,” he said.

Asher grinned, steering him straight for David’s truck.

Darlin was pitching a mock fit about Gavin stealing their ride on Milo’s bike and asking why he never buckled their helmet on for them.

“If you don’t move your ass, you’ll be walking!” David warned, hitting the button to unlock the truck just before he reached the driver’s door.

Darlin whined but sulked to the back seat.

They all climbed in, Hux in the back and Asher sitting shotgun.

David waited pointedly until the last of them, Darlin, buckled up, and then pulled out of the lot.

Milo zipped around the truck, earning a hard scowl from David for dangerous behavior that Asher just knew would come up later and already laughed about.

“So,” Darlin spoke first. “What’s up with you and Gav?”

Asher twisted around to look at them, torn between scolding Darlin and really just fucking wanted to hear the answer.

Huxley shrugged. “Nothing. Why?”

Darlin laughed. “Nothing? Are you serious? Because it looked a lot like he’d been waiting for you to get out of practice to talk to you.”

Huxley’s eyes widened in surprise. “What? No, he wasn’t.”

David tipped his head, focus still on the road, but Asher saw it. David definitely thought Gavin had been waiting too.

“When did you two meet?” Asher asked, making it sound casual rather than the fucking interrogation Darlin was launching. They had the subtleness of an avalanche. “Do you have a class together?”

Huxley shook his head. “We talked at that party last night.” Another shrug.

Darlin waited for more.

David repositioned his hand on the steering wheel. He knew something…

“Well, you must have made an impression,” Asher said.

“He wasn’t waiting for me,” Huxley said again.

“You just talked?” Darlin asked, still hung up on that detail.

Asher laughed.

David nudged his shoulder. “Sit forward,” he complained in a low mumble.

Asher was still laughing when he dropped back onto his ass in his seat, facing forward again. David had a thing about car safety and though Asher was inclined to laugh in the face of safety rules most of the time, this was not one of those times.

“Are you not into…art students?” Darlin continued to puzzle out the situation, grinning around their words.

Huxley blushed, Asher saw it in the rearview mirror. “It’s not that. It’s not… anything. I just… He wasn’t waiting for me,” he said, always in that chill, deep voice, making Asher think he might actually believe it.

Darlin sputtered, ready to argue.

“I’m starving!” Asher whined.

David scoffed. “That’s not new.”

“Your hook up last night didn’t give you breakfast?” Darlin asked, attention shifted, they grinned at him in the mirror.

Asher smirked back through the glass.

“So, who was it?” Darlin leaned forward, against the back of David’s seat to look at Asher, waiting for the story, daring him to tell it. Darlin had a real shit starter streak.

Asher shrugged, ready to take that attention to give Hux a little respite.

“Oh, come on! You can’t all be this tight-lipped.” Darlin froze, a little smirk pulling at the corner of their mouth as they tried to come up with a joke. It was there in “tight-lipped” waiting to be found.

They pulled into the diner parking lot and before the truck was off, Darlin’s door was open. The team was gathering on the sidewalk, Miguel trying to negotiate waffles instead of pancakes for the challenge.

Darlin practically dragged Huxley out of the truck with them.

Asher waited, expecting David to be grumpy now or ask him about the guy last night. Nothing had happened, but it wasn’t like he knew that.

David turned off the truck and looked at him, eyebrow raised in a silent question of why they were still in the car.

“You’re not going to ask?”

David unbuckled. “Ask what?”

Asher smiled, the moment alone growing until he realized it was the first time they’d been alone since last night…since everything went to shit. “So, we’re… okay?”

David looked at him, surprise flaring behind his eyes. “Ash…” He reached out and touched the side of his neck, thumb stroking under his jaw. “I meant what I said. I like you. You’re my best friend and…more.”

Asher bit the inside of his lip to try to stop the creeping smile and the urge to ask dumb questions. Questions like, “are we dating?” which might land him right back where they were last night—in a state of awkward nothing.

David frowned at him. “You’re quiet.”

Asher blinked, realizing David still had his hand on the side of his neck, even with the team right there on the sidewalk roughhousing and laughing with each other. He was suddenly afraid to say anything because it was definitely going to be the wrong thing.

David’s frown smoothed out, serious but no longer scowling. He dropped his hand, like he just realized it was there. “If you’re uncomfortable with PDA—” he started.

Asher laughed, surprising them both. “Sorry. No. What?”

David went back to frowning but it looked like his usual grumpy face, not the real one. “You’re acting weird, Ash. If this was too much or—”

“It’s not too much!” he burst and then felt the heat rush to his face. Fuck. He sighed and scrubbed a hand over his face. “It’s perfect. It’s great. It’s… I don’t know. I don’t want to say the wrong thing again or assume too much.”

David stared at him, shaking his head a little. “You never said the wrong thing. I was just surprised. I hadn’t really… thought about changing things between us. Which is stupid because we’ve been messing around and that’s sort of changed things already, only… it didn’t really. It’s always been you and me.”

Asher nodded, his heart pounding in his ears.

David raised an eyebrow. “You’re… Ash, you’re still not talking.”

“Are we dating?” Fuck! The words jumped out of his mouth.

David grinned like he’d won something and nodded. “Obviously.”

Obviously? Asher leaned across and kissed him like he’d wanted to since last night, definitely since he’d been thinking of kissing him since he touched his wrist and said he liked him in the locker room. David groaned when Asher tongued him before breaking the kiss and sitting back—keeping it short and sweet because they were, in fact, still sort of visible to anyone trying to peek.

“So… If I pretend I have to go to the bathroom, will you follow me—”

“No! Gross. A public bathroom? Fuck off.”

Asher laughed and opened his door, hopping out of the truck. “I can pretend to drop a fork under the table and—”

“Shut the fuck up!” David grumbled.

Milo and Gavin had been the first to reach the diner, because this wasn’t the first time he had Gavin on his bike and he knew the other guy wasn’t afraid of speed.

Gavin hugged him from behind. Milo remembered the first time he’d given him a ride more than a year ago. Gavin had grinned like a wolf at the bike and Milo offered him the helmet and a ride. He perched on the back with his hands behind his hips and his teeth nipping his lip, unsure but excited. Milo had gotten on and started the engine.

“Don’t fall off,” Milo had told him then.

“I’ve never fallen off,” Gavin replied instantly with that sharp note of innuendo. They’d met at parties but that had been the first time it was ever just the two of them. Gavin’s chest touched his back and then pulled away, trying to figure out how to keep his seat on the bike without wrapping around him maybe? “Um…”

Milo had never heard Gavin hesitate. He waited, ready to turn the bike off if he’d changed his mind.

“How handsy am I allowed to get with you here?” Gavin asked, playing it off with charm but a note of real uncertainty there.

Later, thinking back, Milo knew that was the moment they became friends. He looked back at him and smiled. “As long as we don’t crash and you stay in your seat…”

Gavin beamed, slid that inch forward to press against his back and curled arms around his middle.

Milo parked right in front of the diner. Gavin unraveled arms from his chest, dropping one to give Milo’s thigh a flirty squeeze before sliding off the bike. “I really love that thing,” Gavin admitted, looking at the bike while unclipping his helmet.

Milo killed the engine and got off, taking the helmet from him. “Should I be jealous?”

Gavin sputtered. “Definitely.”

Milo held the door for him, the diner mostly empty as a trail of vehicles rolled into the parking lot behind them. He smiled at the waitress and told her how many they were going to be and that they could take a few tables and booths together since there wasn’t going to be a table that big.

Gavin followed him to the table rather than ducking back out to the sidewalk and the gathering team. He and Gav got along great, but it wasn’t like him to pass up a chance at playing around with that many rowdy jocks.

“So, what were you doing up this early?” Milo asked, sitting next to him on the same side of the booth.

“Hm? Who says I went to sleep?” Gavin countered, sliding in across from him. He looked out the windows, smiling at Darlin’s antics before his expression wavered, serious and uncertain, eyes following Huxley.

Milo blinked. Had he been waiting to talk to Hux? Huxley was nice. Like, really damn nice. He couldn’t imagine there being bad blood between the two. What could Hux possibly have done to upset Gavin?

The doors chimed when the group started pouring in, the tables and booths around them filling up. David slid into the booth across from them, settling into the corner with Ash right next to him. Menus were being passed around, laughter filling the room. David stretch an arm along the back of the seat, behind Asher. It wasn’t really anything he hadn’t done before, but Milo bit back a smile. Those two idiots had been stumbling around each other for years. He was happy to see them finally sorting it out.

Huxley seemed to be one of the last ones standing, looking for a seat.

Milo would normally point out the ones at their table and encourage him to take them, but suddenly he wasn’t sure. What if something had happened between him and Gavin?

“Huxley,” David said, holding out a menu.

Asher scooted in, giving him plenty of room on his other side.

Gavin sat up a little straighter, suddenly interested in his own menu.

Milo had seen Gavin mad at plenty of people and this definitely wasn’t that. He looked across the table to catch Asher’s gaze, something exciting glinting there like he too had noticed something. Milo shrugged.

Darlin practically threw themself into their booth, pushing Gavin into his side. “I’m starving!”

“I fed you before practice,” David reminded, monotone and disinterested.

Milo’s phone vibrated in his pocket and he pulled it out, checking the message.

-It’s not a date. You better show up with ideas for the final or I’m dropping you.

He smiled out of control. They’d texted him first.

-I’ll bring a notebook and an extra pencil.

Dots.

His heart pounded. Had they been up for a while thinking about this or was it their first thought? It was definitely a date.

-I’m not joking.

He texted back. No hesitation.

-Me neither. I’m never going to give you a reason to drop me.

Gavin whistled, low and right next to him.

Milo’s head snapped to the side to see the other man looking at his phone. He didn’t say anything—didn’t point out what he was texting about or to who in front of everyone, he just smiled and nodded and then perked up to order when the waitress came over.

Gavin wasn’t sure what he was doing.

He was at a table of jocks, crashing a team outing, and none of that was really out of place. But he wasn’t flirting, not really—not like he might usually. This was… different. Why? Just because Huxley had rejected him? Or because he didn’t understand why?

It didn’t really feel like he’d been rejected so much as it felt like Huxley just didn’t believe him?

Gavin had never been unsure about how anyone felt about him before. He was pretty direct and people tended to either hate him or want to sleep with him. Huxley didn’t hate him… But he wasn’t looking at him or bumping his knee under the table or anything.

“Gavin,” David said after they handed away their menus. “What are you doing for your final? You do an exhibit, right?”

Gavin looked at him, feeling casual attention turn his way as people waited for a reply. He was used to attention and almost grinned and said something about how he regularly does exhibitions and inviting David to come... But those dark eyes were staring back at him, waiting, and seeming to try to convey something in that signature silence and patience.

“Um… Yeah. I’m kind of on the fence between using stuff I’ve got or doing a new series. I’ve got time but…” He shrugged, surprised how self-conscious he felt. Why would anyone care about this but him?

“But what?” Huxley asked, hanging in the answer.

Gavin found him looking back at him, those eyes so open. “I guess it’s an issue of inspiration? And, you know, I know the professors have liked some of the pieces from my last series, I should probably just go with those.”

Huxley nodded. “Yeah. I mean, you could have that to use if you want to, but still try something new in the meantime? Or… is that not how it works? What kind of art do you do?”

The waitress brought coffees and teas. Gavin found himself talking about art and blushing a little when Asher and Milo pulled out their phones to show Huxley pictures they had from his last exhibit. He hadn’t realized they’d taken pictures, let alone remembered them. And Huxley seemed honestly interested, saying he didn’t know anything about art but really liking the pieces with hints of nature in them. Gavin suddenly wanted to paint more flowers…

#redactedverse #fanfic #college au #no magic #so much emotional mess #we're trying to do relationships over here #dominimoonbeam #<3 #david/asher #dash #milo/sweetheart #gavin/huxley

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sunnflow3rshowers · 6 months

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Rp Search

In this year of Our Lord 2023, Omegle has fallen. (RIP) So here I am, laying all of this out, desperate to find more rp partners. I am 27, so I am only really interested in rping with people that are 21+. I am interested in both fandom and OC rps, depending on the mood and all of that. I will list the fandoms I'm looking for, as well as who I play, and general themes. I am a third person, literate roleplay, I stick to 1-2 paragraphs, but the length can always fluctuate depending on the roleplay and my roleplay partners. When it comes to RPs, I like them light and soft. I also like them dark and heavy, with lots of Whump, Angst, and Hurt/Comfort, as well as some darker themes that would require trigger warnings, all of which will be discussed privately, of course.

I prefer MxM for fandom rps, although there are some small exceptions for specific ships. I"m more open to MxF and FxF, and other pairings with more OC rps. With most Fandom Rps, I am looking for Shipping Rps, aka a Merthur rp, Kylux Rp, etc

Fandoms!

Fandom: Who I play

Teen wolf: Stiles Stilinski The Old Guard: Nicky Star Wars: Luke Skywalker, Armitage Hux Umbrella Academy: Klaus Stranger Things: Jonathan Byers, Steve Harrington The Hobbit: Bilbo Baggins The Witcher: Jaskier Kingsman: Eggsy Unwin ATLA: Sokka Our Flag Means Death: Lucius Spriggs Gotham: Oswald Cobblepot Merlin: Merlin Criminal Minds: Spencer Reid Hannibal: Will Graham Arcane: Viktor Spider-Man: Peter Parker (NOT MCU) GOT: Sansa (only paired with Sandor Clegane) The Eternals: Makkari (only paired with Druig) Detroit Become Human: Connor Good Omens: Aziraphale Agents of Shield: Fitz (as gay and not paired with Simmons) FAHC: Jack (fem) Yugioh: Joey Wheeler Person of Interest: Harold Finch Haikyuu: Suga, kenma X-men: Charles Xavier The Boys: Hughie White Collar: Neal The Goldfinch: Theo Hunter X Hunter: Kurapika, Shalnark Barry: No-ho Hank IT: Eddie Hawaii 5-0: Danny Daredevil (netflix): Foggy, James Wesley Fantastic Beasts: Credence Vikings: Athelstan OC Fandoms! Hit me up if you want to talk about rps in any of these. In these sorts of rps I am 110% down to double up if you play canon against my oc, all of which can be talked and discussed privately! Marvel Xmen GOT Star Wars Barry General Rps! I am a huge fan of brainstorming rps with general themes! Fantasy Horror Drama Sci-fi Cyberpunk Etc! Please please just reach out and I'm always going to be happy to brainstorm! If you made it this far, thank you so much! If you are interested, like this, leave a comment, send me a dm, or add me on discord @ sunnflow3rshowers !

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girl-next-door-writes · 6 days

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A rather sweet Anon hit me up for this, so I hope you like it.

F:Fiance, J: Jealousy and Y: Yuck

F:Fiance; How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?

Armitage approaches marriage with a sense of caution and pragmatism. He recognises that this is a seriously weighty responsibility and he needs to assess his priorities.

He does not have the best role models when it comes to marriage, and as much as he would love to have a stable and secure relationship, he is terrified that his vulnerability could lead to betrayal and a loss of control. Despite these concerns, the idea of a formal acknowledgement of the commitment between him and his significant other appeals to him.

The speed at which he would get married depends entirely on the circumstances of the relationship. Generally he would be cautious and take his time to consider all the implications, however, if he sees an immediate benefit to his career, that man won't think twice about proposing.

J: Jealousy; How jealous do they get? What do they do when they're jealous?

Hux's jealousy definitely stem from a similar place of protectiveness and possessiveness, rather than from insecurity or personal rivalry. It manifests as a simmering intensity beneath his composed exterior, driven by a desire to protect what he perceives as his.

When Hux feels jealous, he becomes cold and detached, watching the interaction with his jaw tensed and teeth gritted. If he perceives a threat to his relationship, he would react with a calculated and strategic approach. Armitage would subtly assert his presence, ensuring that his significant other knows he is there to support and protect them while also ensuring whoever has been stupid enough to get too close to his other half is fully aware that you are his. His actions might convey a sense of possessiveness, such as placing a hand on your back and standing close to you.

His jealousy is tempered by his rationality and pragmatism, causing him to analyse the situation objectively, considering the potential consequences of his actions before making his move, but in private, he would need reassurance that whatever he had done had your approval.

Y: Yuck; What are some things they wouldn't like, either in general or in a partner?

Armitage's preferences and dislikes are heavily influenced by his background, and his desire for control, order, and success. As such, he hates incompetence in any form. He can cope with a partner who may not be ambitious but not one who is incompetent or disrespectful.

Loyalty is also a big deal for him so if he feels betrayed than that person is pretty much dead to him.

#Armitage Hux #Armitage Hux x reader #Alphabet HCs

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not-so-allegiant-general · 8 months

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Hux was not a fearful man. Years with Brendol have taught him that every pain has an end. And no matter what he is able to bear it and live. Breathing was helpful. It's always better to breath through pain. What doesn't kill you, makes you stronger. Right? At this point Hux knew it was kriffing bullshit. Nightmares didn't make him stronger, flashback didn't make him stronger, memories didn't make him stronger, the irresistible urge to cry, to scream and to die didn't make him stronger. It gave him a purpose though. It gave him determination. Brendol signed his own death sentences. With every blow, every humiliation, every scream. Hux knew he will mange. He just has to breathe.

But now someone took breath from him. He did not care about black robes, about mask, even about saber. It was just costume. Meaningless things to intimidate fearful people. But blunt force of invisible hand tightening on his throat was something else. His uniform collar barely hid bruises. He hated those moments. Kneeling on the ground, with hands on the durastil floor, fighting for his breath and being able to utter only "As you wish, Lord Ren". He wanted to kill him. No matter how powerful, or how useful was Ren seeing him dead would bring him endless enjoyment. He knew it was impossible. But he was patient. Patience is one of few virtuses Hux posesed.

First time he saw him destroying consoles he was scared for his life, second furious, third irritated, forth… ah forth time was actually something else.

Hux tightened his grip on datapad and took a deep breath. Red reflections were flashing on the walls.

"Stay here Mitaka"

"Sir?"

" Stay. Here. " He moved forward to certain death. "Ren!"

To his surprise Ren was maskless. He was hitting non-stop completely destroyed consoles. Metal was melted and marked with saber.

"Ren! This is madness! Stop now or i will shoot you!" Kylo hit console last time, breathing heavy. Hux blinked as he heard sobbing. Kylo drop on his knees hiding his face in hands.

"Ren?" Hux made a few steps in his direction and took another deep breath. Just in case. He crouched down slowly. Oh how easy it would be to pull out a dagger and just cut his throat. But Hux was smarter than that. Wounded dog can bite even harder. Another breath, just in case. "Ren?"

Kylo sat down holding his legs close to his chest. Hux could only see his eyes and hair. Oh how young. Hux swallowed looking at him. Kylo Ren was crying. Kylo Ren was definitely younger than him. Kylo Ren was trembling. On the ground. That's new. But there was only one person who could caused this.

"Was he… angry?" He began slowly, looking cautiously at Kylo. Knight looked and the ground and cleared his throat.

"Yeah."

"Mhm." Hux nodded slowly. Patiently. He looked around on destroyed chamber and sighed. Stood up and turn around. Let's see. " I will do paperwork" He said aiming to the door. It took only two steps.

"General."

"Yes, Lord Ren?"

"You have made a very good decision." Hux blinked. It was not what he expected.

"What?"

"Not pulling that knife on me." he whispered "You would be dead. In less than a second. Do not forget yourself." Hux felt pressure on his throat. Not enough to take away air but enough to make him shiver. Hux turned around. He saw tears, shaky hands, tired look.

"How old are you?" He blurted out. Ren looked at him in confusion.

"I… I am 24"Hux was looking at him for far to long. He left him there and glanced at Mitaka.

"We can go." he mumbled but then suddenly stopped looking at Mitaka "Lieutenant, how old are you?"

"25 sir. Everything alright, sir?"

"Find anything you can about Kylo Ren and send it to my datapad. Schedule meeting with him today and make sure that he is aware of it."

"Yes sir."

Kylo stormed into his chamber, immediately making Hux furious, but he did mange to calm himself.

"What do you want?"

"Since i already saw your face maybe we can spare the mask?" It caught Kylo off guard. He cleared his throat

"I…i am not sure if i am allowed to.. "

"Allowed? " He asked mockingly. Kylo stayed silent and removed mask after few seconds. He put It on the desk and sat down.

" Your little lap dog didn't want to leave me alone until i promised to see you"

" He is not a lap dog. He is my right-hand man. And is older than you" he said amused.

" That's what It is all about right? My age? You think i am too young and..."

"To reckless. Maybe. Incompetent. Yes. Your Age? Is not a problem. It's an advantage. Your age is the reason why we are talking right now"

"I see. You should be more careful with this thoughts General. These are dangerous. Reckless."

"Maybe. But i think we share them. Aren't we Ren? We both think that this organization is in… Ah well desperate need of new management"

" Watch your words" Ren hissed "You are talking about killing my Master, Hux."

"Isn't it a fate of all masters? To be killed by their apprentices?" Hux smiled and something in Kylo's face told him that he had won.

Maybe Kylo was right to hid his face behind the mask. Because now Hux could read from his face like from statistic report. The bait was taken. Hux knew how efficiently manipulate people. Which words to use. How to act. And Kylo Ren was receptive to all of it. Hux earned a few more bruises. But he learned from his mistakes and now he had very lovely, obedient hound at his heel. Until now.

Kylo stood looking at a dead body of Snoke.

"Where do you think you are going general?" He smiled looking at Hux walking too close to the throne. He pushed him lightly with force to the centre of the throne room. "You thought that you outsmarted me General? That you can now take what's mine?"

Hux pressed his lips together looking as Kylo sat on the throne.

"Your plan was indeed brilliant, your guidance acceptable and appreciated but now… Well am not going to give up what is rightfully mine"

"And what about me?" He hissed and looked around at stormtroopers and officers kneeling before Kylo. With forehead to the ground. That fight was lost, Hux could feel it.

"Ah… Well it depends on you. What do you say? The Supreme Leader is dead." Hux felt strange presence in his mind. Growing tightness in his skull. And voice. Sweet promising tone talking about how all troubles and pain will end. He only need to lay on the ground before Kylo Ren. Lay at his feet as a well-earned prize. His head was spinning, and he felt blood running from his nose. Stubborn fool. Give up! He took a deeper breath and dropped at one knee looking at Kylo with high rise chin.

" Long live Supreme Leader"

Kylo tilted his head watching him with curious expression. Something in between approbation and annoyance was on his face. He stood up and stand before Hux.

"Stand up Grand Marshall. We have work to do, aren't we?"

"One day i will kill you"Kylo smiled.

" Yes. I know. But it's not that day"

"No. It is not." he said silently. "I am patient. I can wait. I will wait."

It was as much a threat as a promise. And force hummed in agreement, making Kylo shiver.

#hux #general hux #kylux #armitage hux #kylo ren #star wars #star wars fanfiction #fanfiction #just this two being mean for each other #as always

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kyluxtrashpit · 19 days

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VERY sus how you made your post about people botting the hottest man poll and all of a sudden hux is losing? i think you hit the nail on the head. i’m sorry but in no world does general armitage rat hux appeal to more people than anakin, cassian, or any of the other more recent outs, especially all of these votes coming through right in the final hours of the poll

So it's interesting that you sent this a few hours ago and now the poll has ended with Hux surviving yet another round (honestly, I had hoped to monitor the poll in the last 2 hours or so and take screenshots so I had some real, shareable evidence, but I was back to work after a week off and I had some big shit to deal with, so I honestly completely forgot the poll existed at all until I got a MASSIVE influx of messages while working sooo lmfao). Cause like, to me, this kinda supports the theory too, you know. Another piece of circumstantial evidence I suppose. I would love to know when it shifted and how quickly

Now, tbf, I love Hux lmao, I love him almost as much as I love Kylo, and I'm also gay so judging men's attractiveness is extremely biased for me (spoiler: I like the ones with more femme features lmao, like Kylo is the most attractive to me, but he also carries the highest number of traditionally "feminine" physical features, so really I'm not the right person to ask XD), but even based on like. I suppose objective attractiveness? Yeah, Hux should've been out by now, like sorry dude lmao, I love you but it's true. In truth, I think Poe should probably win based on objective physical attractiveness, even though I haven't voted for him sldslkdk

#very interesting #I hope someone out there is gathering data because I dropped my own damn ball lmfao #though in my defence I was so tired after work I almost accidentally ate the raw eggs I was scrambling so sdksld #poll drama #ask tag #anon #text #misc

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enkisstories · 2 months

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I am the spy (or am I?)

Synopsis: In an alternate reality in which Armitage Hux was raised by his mother, Starkiller base was never built and the Resistance is in a much better position. But as of late, secret information has gotten leaked to the enemy. Poe, BB-8, Rose and Armitage infiltrate the Finalizer, commanded by Brendol Hux, to close those channels once and for all. Time for the newly promoted Ensign “Eight-Seven” to earn another feather in his cap and stop the rebels! Wordcount: 4.578

Raised in “batch 8”, FN-2187 had proceeded to the FN corps in the awareness that one day he’d serve the First Order as an officer. No one had ever directly or indirectly expressed the need for the young the stormtrooper to form an opinion about that, and so Eight-Seven hadn’t done so. Him eventually assuming that mantle had simply been a fact of life, like the use of the refresher.

Only now that FN-2187 had actually attained officer-cadet rank, everything all of a sudden had grown complicated. For one, unlike the non-commissioned ranks, being a proper officer required him to go by a name. He’d probably get assigned one at officer school, the next step on his road. And then? For example, to what degree did an in-field promoted officer need to emulate the independent living of the hereditary ones, that had trickled over from Palpatine’s Empire?

But that aside, if one cast aside all the unanswered questions, FN-2187 was really looking forward to his new duties. His evaluation had returned “Law Enforcement on a newly integrated world” as the function he was suited for in the commissioned officers tier. His courseload at officer school would therefore include administration & management, local politics, languages, law and of course deduction skills. And afterwards the newly minted Lieutenant would be the one to bring peace, order and prosperity to a new colony – how awesome was that?

Too big, perhaps, to not expect a slight emotional malfunction here or there. Eight-Seven desperately needed something to cling to, a truth smaller than “I serve the First Order”. And so, when the alarm rang, he picked up a blaster and put himself in front of the little squad he was to dispatch to deal with a rebel incursion on the lower levels of the Finalizer, despite already wearing his new padded uniform instead of the iconic white armor with the shoulder pad.

Rebels… it was only ever rebels, standing in the way of civilization. Did those people even have an idea what they would do if they managed to “liberate” a system or two by accident? Or were they less than people, not thinking beyond the moment? Well, it wasn’t as if the First Order wasn’t here for them, too. There were re-education centers aplenty that could teach captured “Resistance” members a better way of life. Eight-Seven preferred to take enemies alive for this reason. Maybe in his new position as police lieutenant he’d get to also see the fruits of his work, and meet again the reformed criminals and civilized anarchists, now working for the glory of the First Order?

Well, for that dream to become a reality, he’d first have to stop the pesky trio and their droid whom he was chasing down a floor… They had almost reached the escape pods and the female had additionally managed to remotely unlock the safety lock on the hatch. Eight-Seven was running in front of his squad, but the battery in his blaster was good for only one, maybe one and a half, more shots. Time to put those critical thinking skills into action, that he was to develop at academy! If he couldn’t prevent all four from escaping, which of the intruders should he take down for the best effect?

FN-2187 took aim, but lower than his squad mates had expected him to. At this angle their leader wouldn’t hit the back, let alone head, of a fleeing rebel. But that wasn’t Eight-Seven’s intention. Confident about his choice of target, the stormtrooper turned ensign sniped the tallest of the rebels into his upper leg. The man stumbled, fell and only now cried out in pain and surprise. The other three, the humans and the droid, immediately stopped and backtracked to shield their comrade from the pursuers.

“Take them!” Eight-Seven ordered his troopers.

One minute later the catch got presented to him:

The black-haired one with the stubble was Commander Poe Dameron, callsign “Black Leader”, something like a celebrity in the Resistance, and a hard to predict variable. That identified the spherical astromech droid as BB-8, a trickster whom Eight-Seven would have to treat as an independent threat instead of a sophisticated piece of equipment. In these two’s company was a female rebel Eight-Seven had no profile on, but he was well aware that be on a mission together with the aforementioned duo this woman had to be more than a faceless nobody. Her capture and subsequent identification would probably help the First Order a lot. And finally the rebel Eight-Seven had injured was a tall man with bright flaming hair. He wore the iconic rebel jacket in powder blue, an odd choice that made him stick out and immediately identifiable as Armitage Snowe. Snowe went by the callsign “Icewing” and despite his readiness to employ violence, he was an engineer, not a fighter.

While Snowe angrily stared at his captors, Dameron spit on the floor, only to get kicked for that by the trooper who was holding him and the female rebel. She used this ever so slight distraction to wiggle around to punch the trooper with her gloved hands. Electricity crackled, but then harmlessly dissipated. Eight-Seven quickly stepped forward and removed the gloves before the trooper holding her could get ideas like breaking the captive’s wrists. He also took over Dameron from the trooper, so that each prisoner was secured individually now.

“Those people have a hive-mind of sorts”, Eight-Seven then explained to his squad so that they would remember that fact later. “They wouldn’t even have considered leaving without their companion. Ignore it when you hear them yell words to the effect of “Go on without me”, in the majority of cases it either isn’t meant seriously or won’t get heeded anyway.”

“Aren’t you a smart one”, Dameron hissed as if mocking his captor, but in truth he was annoyed at the fact that this young officer was right. Eight-Seven could also spot a hint of resignation in the man’s eyes, what made him hesitate ramming him with his back against the wall as a reminder to be polite – for about two seconds.

Interestingly, the casual violence prompted not just an “Ooof” from Dameron, but a whole waterfall of words from Snowe: “If you value your shiny new pips, Ensign, then you leave this man be!”

“Because you are telling me?”

“Yes.”

Now that’s interesting. Not even a rebel can be that insolent, not in this situation. Let’s see…

Eight-Seven marched Dameron in front of himself, towards Snowe, who was balancing on a single leg in his captor’s grab. The man was bleeding, but not that hard that immediate bandaging would have been required. Eight-Seven therefore could invest a little time testing something. Intensifying the hold of his right hand on Dameron, he gently went through the man’s wavy hair with his left.

“That better?”

Dameron winced, Snowe’s shot Eight-Seven a glance of intense loathing, the female – her identification read Tico, Rose – bit her lips, eyes narrowed, and the droid beeped indignantly.

“I get it, you’re all close, but what makes you think you could order me to do or not do anything?” Eight-Seven shook Dameron for effect, then added: “When all you’d have to do would be to kriffin’ behave in the first place, no need for grandstanding!”

“It’s not grandstanding”, Snowe disagreed. His features slowly relaxed, then shaped into a sneer. It was perhaps the creepiest change Eight-Seven had seen in his life. “It’s actually rather simple: No Tico, Dameron or BB-8 – no service. Because, you see, I am the spy.”

“What?” Eight-Seven uttered in a very un-officer like way.

“Oh, shit. The lower ranks may not be in on…” Snowe stuttered and then his voice trailed off. Eight-Seven would have believed the words to be a trick, but then again Tico was closing her eyes and Dameron was slightly sacking in his grasp. Their reactions seemed genuine, what told the Ensign that there might be some clandestine activity going on, indeed.

“I…” Dameron started, only for it to end in a name: “…cewing…”

“Suspected as much?” Snowe replied with the surprise in his voice that had been missing from Dameron’s.

“No! Yes... I don’t know anymore!!!”

Pulling closer towards Snowe, as closely as Eight-Seven allowed him to anyway, Dameron uttered: “Why?”

Eight-Seven shook his head. “Better question: How?”

“I had the information your superiors wanted. It traveled from source to drain.”

“Alright, that was cute. But can you also prove your claim?”

Snowe nodded. “Hyperspace tracking.”

“What?!” Tico exploded. “No! Not that!”

Meanwhile Dameron faintly whimpered. Now there would be no more place to run… But why… why? After all this time, after how hard he had worked to enter the Resistance’s inner circle, after the bond they shared, why would Icewing sell all of them out to the First Order?

“You guys had made baby-steps towards it, but I fully developed the method”, Snowe elaborated. “I shared my results with the First Order. Check the development protocols and you will find a large gap of several years worth of research. It’ll look like a civilization going from just having tamed fire to suddenly driving around in cars.”

“In what?”

“Imagine your antigrav motor croaking, but your speeder continuing on landing gear. Only without the antigrav motor in the first place.”

“I’m sorry, but that sounds freakish.” Eight-Seven shook his head. “You rebels are freaks. Fortunately I don’t need to hear more. – Troopers, take them to detention! I will report to General Hux.”

Eight-Seven turned around to do as he had announced. The last he heard from the prisoners was Tico exclaiming: “Those cars sound awesome!” only for Snowe to reply “I know, right?” The Ensign took a mental note of the prisoners’ group bond still being somewhat intact despite the accusations… or self-accusation. It might become important later, during interrogation.

“Finn’s just come back”, Tico commented, looking through the pane that separated the prisoners’ cell from the floor. Why it had been made see-through from both side, despite there being a perfectly in working order intercom, Eight-Seven didn’t understand. What need was there for the prisoners to see him? To intimidate them, maybe? Well, in this moment FN-2187 didn’t look especially fear-inducing, with the look of surprise on his face.

Tico had clearly recognized him, yet at the same time used a made-up name for the Ensign? An insulting nickname he could have understood, that was par for the course on both sides, but a perfectly regular first name?

“Come again?”

“Finn. That’s your name.” Tico seemed pretty insistent on that.

FN-2187 shook his head in disbelief. Here he was, having been under the impression that the higher ranking, elite rebels would be a bit less on the anarchist side. Well, turned out they were even more chaotic than the rest! Viewed in this light Snowe having said nothing in this matter made him really stick out, and his claim to work with the First Order a tiny bit more believable.

“Look”, Dameron eventually explained, “we seem to be a feather in your cap, and will probably interact some more ‘ere all is said and done, so we need to call you something. We noticed that your nametag has a service number only, and I’ll be dammed if I address a person by a number!”

“You’ll be dammed if you don't call me “Ensign, Sir”, rebel scum!” Eight-Seven shot back. Then he pointed at the orange-patterned droid. “Speaking of persons… Introduce this to me, prisoner.”

Poe Dameron turned his head towards his companion. A pang of guilt washed over him. “Oh… Oh, no. Little buddy… Me and my quick mouth…”

BB-8 rolled a little closer towards his master – or friend? Dameron reached out, the droid playfully pulled back, but then let himself get “captured” in the second attempt and pulled into a hug. A long string of beeps followed. The human prisoners listened intently, then each of the trio nodded.

“The difference is”, Tico told “Finn”, “that BB-8 never complained about his number. He could, you know. Whereas you cannot on account of your conditioning.”

“Yes, I, too, wonder, how I was able to go through life without you four looking out for me”, FN-2187 snarked. “The first to nod now will deeply regret this, by the way. Everyone else will just regret it.”

The corners of Dameron’s lips twitched upwards ever so slightly. This Ensign “Finn” was talking to them, in First Order style, naturally, but talking nonetheless. And if you had the opposition talking, you already owned it.

“General Hux will see you in five minutes, when he’s finished dining”, Finn informed the prisoners.

“Yeah, of course he had to mention the rat having a meal, when he knows full well that we had nothing”, Dameron cursed under his breath.

“Speak for yourself, me, I had a very agreeable anti-tetanus-jab”, Snowe remarked.

“If you really are the elusive spy, they need to keep you alive in case you’re still useful for them”, Tico said in a sad voice. “But… why? Please, Armitage, we didn’t ask until now, but this might be our last chance…”

Snowe shook his head. “Far from it”, he insisted. “Don’t worry, you will survive. I’ll see to that when I’m General.”

“Oh, and here I was, being afraid you’d wait until you had made Supreme Leader”, Dameron grumbled. “For real, what’s going on in your head these days?”

Snowe’s nose twitched, his eyes harrowed and when he answered, the words came out like a snake’s hissing: “What’s on everyone’s mind these days! Ben! Always and only ever Ben!”

The other two exchanged baffled glances with each other and with BB-8. Apparently that wasn’t the answer they had expected.

“I did notice that you seek each other out despite not liking the other”, Dameron eventually spoke up. “But I thought it was attraction.”

“Pfft. There has to be one person in the Resistance who isn’t infatuated with the great and mighty heir of Skywalker”, Snowe spat. “After all the trouble he gave us, now he is the hero, who gets way with everything. Ben refrains from killing his father and gets lauded for that. What’s so special about not killing one’s old man? I didn’t do it, either. But I had to claw my way up from the very bottom and when I make a mistake, General Solo hands me a broom to “think about what I’ve done” over chores. How’s that fair?”

“Did I get that right? You betrayed us - and the whole galaxy in the process - because you envy Ben?”

“It’s not fair! The First Order wouldn’t have let such preferential treatment happen!”

“He’s correct”, Finn chimed in.

“You can’t mean that!” Dameron whispered at Snowe. In the same breath he pointed at Finn without taking his eyes of the traitor, shouting: “And you weren’t asked!”

Snowe didn’t break eye contact, staring back until his eyes hurt and started getting wet. Only then did he take one, two deep breaths and said:

“…maybe not. I don’t know myself anymore. I… stopped caring who wins. I just want Ben to lose. Whichever side he is on I will oppose. It’s really this simple.”

“Time’s up”, Finn announced. “Try to be coherent in front of the General.”

Armitage pushed himself upwards using the cell’s wall. He was still standing unsteadily on his wounded leg, therefore in order to not delay the delivery of the prisoners to General Hux, Finn grabbed the man and pulled his arm around his shoulder.

“Thank you, Lieutenant Finn. I’ll make you my personal adjutant later today.”

Finn was just about to exercise a little attitude adjustment on the mouthy engineer, when he realized that Snowe had been dead serious.

“Did you drink that tetanus shot?! Or anything else you shouldn’t have drank?”

Snowe only grinned, saying: “I still haven’t played all my cards.”

General Brendol Hux received the prisoners in an almost empty room that was large enough to fit a full sized execution squad. It was conveniently present already. Droids of various sizes and function very rolling between the troopers’ feet. If there were one or more of the floating torture droids the empire had used, it hadn’t launched yet and was still lying on some shelf.

The first thing the General noticed was one of the prisoners getting steadied by an Ensign on account of a leg injury. This constituted a breach of protocol, that Hux noted, to address it later.

Finn instructed the guards to position the cuffed prisoners, including the droid, that was now fitted with a restraining bolt, apart from each other a little more. Then he stepped back from Snowe, causing him to briefly stagger.

“This is the group I spoke of, General. And this here is the man who claims that he relayed confidential information about the Resistance to us.”

“I know.” General Hux slightly lowered his head in confirmation. “One wonders: Why did he decide to stop?” Taking a step towards the ginger-haired prisoner, the General added: “Suffering from a bout of indecision, are we?”

“It was inevitable, unfortunately”, Snowe claimed. “The Resistance decided that the spy’s contact was on this ship and tried to silence both ends of the exchange. I volunteered for this mission with the intent to sabotage it. I successfully led them astray, goaded them into destroying some inconsequential sub-system, but on our way out we got captured.”

“A misstep that would have been excusable from a junior Lieutenant on his first assignment”, Hux said with a sideways glance towards Finn. “Not from someone pretending to be a full grown man.”

“I did what was possible, father.”

“No, you did what you were capable of, you silly, weak boy!”

The exchange between informant and handler and the reveal of their exact relation were met with even more commotion among the prisoners than Snowe’s earlier confiding of his motivation. Finn had to signal the guards to generously employ their shock staffs on the three of them that weren’t the spy.

“Stop!” Snowe shouted. “Stop that! Those people are under my protection! Same goes for the droid! Harm them and no information will flow anymore!”

General Hux slapped the prisoner hard.

“It already has stopped flowing, in case you haven’t noticed!”

Even that wasn’t sufficient to break Snowe’s confidence. He shook his head to clear it, and retorted:

“Well, of course it would, if you parade us around here instead of letting us escape discreetly!”

Hux laughed disparagingly.

“Let you escape? With the very same people you idiot TOLD you were the spy?”

“I… shoot. But they… Whatever. Keep them. Put them someplace safe. I can tell the Resistance they died and...”

“The information you gave us was almost worth the effort of making you”, General Hux cut the prisoner short. “But now you’ve outlived your usefulness to the First Order.” Almost as an afterthought, but Poe could tell that the slight delay was deliberate, Hux added: “And to me.”

“Come AGAIN?” Snowe – or Hux jnr., as the others knew now – flared up. “You can’t mean that! What more could you have expected me to do?”

The protest was met with an ice-cold stare. But “Icewing” wasn’t a stranger to that tactic himself and this time he stood his ground, not giving in like he had done with Poe earlier. To gain the upper hand Hux senior had to twist the knife a little more:

“I didn’t expect much from a kitchen worker’s brat.”

The insult that was meant to destroy the prisoner’s confidence might have worked on a man who hadn’t grown up in said kitchen. But as things stood, the momentarily startled prisoner once again produced that trademark sneer of his.

“Funny thing”, Hux jnr. said, but he didn’t finish the sentence. Instead he twisted to the side a little, causing Finn to grab him tighter. And that was a mistake, because the prisoner now used his captor as a firm counterweight, when he brought his uninjured leg upwards. His boots impacted on Brendol Hux’ ever so recently filled stomach.

“Yes, good idea”, Hux jnr. commented, when Finn dragged him away from the General. Right in front of their eyes Brendol bend forward and started vomiting.

“Never mess with a kitchen scullion”, Armitage said coldly. “Really not.”

“A policy to remember for the labor camp you’re going to!” Finn growled, but then everything turned a little hectic. To the pair’s right, BB-8 had caused Rose’ captor to stumble, allowing her to slip out of from his grip. The little engineer pounced one of the First Order droids and after a short kerfuffle emerged with a tool, that she subsequently used to de-magnetize the restraining bolt on BB-8. The droid in turn short-circuited Rose’s handcuffs – not a moment too early, because now they found themselves facing three stormtroopers. Not daring to shoot into the melee that in one spot also contained their General, they were holding the butts of their blasters like clubs.

Rose’s heart sank, but only briefly, because now Poe shouted “catch”! Moments later she held an electro-staff in her hands.

“I really hate it when you typecast me as the maniac who electroshocks everyone”, the engineer called out at Poe, but she did so with a smile.

Later still, the rebels were perched behind the General’s desk, two deactivated droids and three stormtroopers, two of which were shocked into unconsciousness and one dead. Poe was stabbing at everything that tried to close in with the staff, while Rose had switched to a blaster and BB-8 was sending confusing signals to the remaining droids. And between them crouched Armitage Hux, holding a blaster pistol at Brendol’s temple.

“Today we’re practicing not killing our old man, in the fine tradition of Ben Solo”, he said through clenched teeth. “Alright, here’s the deal… it’s not hard to understand.” Raising his voice, he called out to the stormtroopers: “Toss down your weapons or I’m going to blast this man’s brains out! I mean it!”

“Don’t listen to the rat!” Brendol yelled. “He doesn’t have the guts! None of the sorry bunch has!”

“Three seconds”, Armitage said coldly.

The attack didn’t slow down.

“Three…”

BB-8 had to dodge a blaster shot, causing him to temporarily lose focus. As a result a black droid of his own model managed to roll through under the desk.

“Two…”

Poe rammed his staff down on the droid, causing it to short-circuit. Afterwards the pilot looked shocked at his hands and from there at BB-8. “I’m sorry…”

“One…”

Rose stunned one trooper and grazed Finn, causing him to lose his balance. They tumbled over in close proximity to the desk.

“ZERO!” Armitage shouted, and when no reaction whatsoever came, he pulled the trigger. NOW he had the enemy’s attention. As well as his jacket full of blood and brain tissue.

Armitage felt Poe rip the jacket off him. “Take that off! What were you thinking, man? Killing the hostage for real? That’s not accomplishing anything!”

His right arm he was holding the blaster with still in the loosened jacket’s sleeve, Armitage groped around with the other hand until he found something to latch onto. It was the black collar of an officer’s uniform – with a dazed officer-cadet still in it.

“Ah, nice! Fresh hostage!” Not wasting time, Armitage put the blaster on Finn’s temple now.

“This isn’t going to wooooooooork!” Poe cried.

“This isn’t going to work”, Finn confirmed.

“Well, no one seems to have activated the alarm yet”, Rose spoke up in the middle of all this. “I can open the door using this…” A guilty expression on her face she held up the severed head of the First Order droid Poe had killed. The consciousness seemed to have fled, but there was still some residual activity in the droid brain. “If BB-8 throws a chaff grenade from his secret stash, we could make a dash for the door… whatever good that will do us.”

“Lots!” Poe exclaimed. “If we immediately reseal the door behind us, trapping the remaining troopers. Then we can try to sneak to the escape pods with none being the wiser what has happened in here.”

He grabbed Finn’s cap, put it on his own head and proceeded to also take the Ensign’s uniform jacket. With a shrug he said: “On first glance it might fool someone into thinking we are escorting prisoners. And one moment of hesitation is all we need.”

Poe looked from one to the other.

“Agreed?” he asked.

“Yes!” Rose shrieked while laying some more discouraging fire on the enemy.

BB-8 gave beeps to the same effect.

“No!” Finn protested and Armitage only bit his lips.

“Swell!” Poe concluded. “Let’s do it!”

“We’re traveling a bit more comfortable than expected”, Rose laughed, when she finally fell onto the floor of the First Order shuttle they had hijacked. At the passenger bench she was leaning onto, Armitage and Finn were sitting back to back, cuffed and gagged. Meanwhile Poe and BB-8 were fiddling with the vehicle’s unfamiliar controls, working their hardest to escape the range of the Finalizer’s sensors quickly. There was no telling if maybe one or more of the enemies they had stunned or been forced to kill had gotten found by now.

“Sorry ‘bout that, but we couldn’t chance you calling for help”, Rose said, removing Finn’s and Armitage’s gags. “It’s not needed anymore.”

“This is madness”, Finn groaned.

Rose grinned, but then her eyes fell on Armitage and she finally fully registered that he wasn’t wearing his iconic Icewing-jacket anymore. It was as if the old companion had indeed turned into a different person, the son of a First Order General.

“What?” Armitage Hux barked, when he could bear the erstwhile friend’s stare no longer.

“Yes, what”, Rose sighed. “What the hell…”

From the cockpit, they could hear Poe’s voice:

“This is Black Leader, returning to base. Dameron, Tico, BB-8 and two prisoners: One First Order officer cadet and Armitage… Hux.”

An uneasy silence followed, but it wasn’t long enough to suggest a conversation on the other end. Apparently whoever had been listening on the other side had been informed about the engineer’s parentage.

“What about Icewing?” Leia Solo asked.

Leaning forward on the bench, Armitage yelled: “Is pissed and will want to have words with Ben! He better dresses himself warmly!”

Poe turned up the volume, so that Rose and the prisoners could clearly hear the reply, that was a chuckle, followed by: “I’ll see you all in an hour then. Godspeed, Black Squad!”

Finn didn’t want to, but he couldn’t help but laugh out loud at the shameless display of respectlessness. Not just that, there was also the aspect he had noticed when he had arrested the group in front of the escape pods: The rebels’ loyalty was to each other even over the mission, maybe even over their faction. That was pure evil, and exactly what he had gotten trained against from childhood, but also so very, very enticing.

#gingerpilot #poe dameron #armitage hux #finn fn-2187 #rose tico #bb-8 #star wars #non sims

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kittyandco · 2 months

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2, 5, and 9 for your princess kitty SI!! -frankmillerturnonyourlocation :D

@frankmillerturnonyourlocation YAY THANK YOU!!! you might have meant my frozen s/i, but i want to talk about my star wars s/i who is also a princess. and frankly one of my favorite s/is of all time. (she's specifically relegated to the sequels btw and is hux's horrible wife)

2. What is their grooming routine like?

she is known for having a GINORMOUS vanity in her room. it has so many vials and bottles and things on it.

growing up, she was taught that appearance is everything, and that she must preserve her beauty and all costs. she used to have compulsions, but they're fading out. she's grown out of that mostly, since she knows now that she offers more than that. she's learning balance, but she's suffered under that mindset a lot already.

but she still definitely uses it to her advantage where she can. i mean, why not? if that's all anyone's going to see her for anyway... then no one will know what hit 'em. it's fun to lead them on, and she can get bored pretty easily. also, she's just crazy confident (and that's really what makes it work). she has all right to be!

ANYWAY, she's been gifted a lot of oils and fragrances and other things, by admirers or whoever, on top of what's in her routine, which is kinda what clutters the surface. she also stores her jewelry on it

SO, she takes very good care of herself. her hair and her skin are big priorities, just like with me!

5. What was the last time they cried, and under what circumstances?

the last time i thought of her crying was in a fic i wrote... it was part of a series i did with a friend. there was a HUGE monster-alien that attacked the planet, and the castle, while kylo and my friend's s/i were visiting... and he rescued her, taking it upon himself to fight the monster almost single-handedly.

in the aftermath, my s/i cried about the idea that she could be loved so deeply. ;w; yes, even by a man like hux. good thing she doesn't have to imagine it.

9. What is their favorite holiday?

her birthday of course--

OKAY BUT BESIDES THAT, i don't have much of an answer, but she does enjoy the holidays on her planet. that reminds me i need to think of more. her planet is entirely made up by me and i've loved indulging in that worldbuilding. i have not really made up any official holidays, though. i'm sure there is one for when our first queen (queen, not king) was crowned. she does get a bit envious because she isn't queen yet... uh, the first order invaded right before her coronation LMAO

Get to know your character

#asks #kitty aesthetic #gingersnap

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srorgana1 · 8 months

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Into The Reverb (Kylo Ren/Reader)

Chapter Thirty Seven

“Kylo Ren everybody!” Sykes yells to the crowd as he finishes the guitar solo. The crowd screams in response, excited to see him and Sykes on stage together for once. He smiles and salutes the crowd as he shifts into the chorus. He harmonizes before letting out a growl as Sykes goes for a fry scream. This was an exciting challenge, hopping in ad lib into Horizons’ set. He will have to talk to him after to see if he can do this again.

The song ends and holds his Fender up as the lights dim. The crowd roars. “Thanks man” Sykes says, fist bumping him as they both leave the stage. “No need to thank me, it was fun” Kylo says, handing off his guitar for later.

“They all getting along now?” he asks, fixing his headphone cords. Kylo shrugs as he removes his. “They will survive” he says. He can see him nod silently. “Go kick ass man, I’ll see you later” he says smiling at his friend. Sykes returns his smile as he finishes his water, jogging back towards the stage.

He sighs, pushing his sweaty hair back. He owed him a favor for helping him defuse the Vic/Kurak situation last week. Vic had found out about Rae through a random group chat and they had unfortunately walked into Vic screaming at Kurak. He had pulled Vic away while Sykes removed Kurak as the two men continued to yell at each other.

“Did you fucking know about this?!” Vic yelled as Kylo shut the door. “I did” he sighed “I didn’t say anything because Y/N asked me not to until Rae spoke with Kurak.” Vic ran his hands through his hair, exasperated. “And did she?!” he growls. “I think so, but I cannot confirm that” Kylo says, trying to remain neutral.

“How are you so calm about this? You know what that fucking asshole has been up to? He has been fucking his way across the North America, while Rae has been dealing with this?” Vic says, shaking his head. “I was angry when I first found out too Vic. I wanted to wring his neck and tell him to man the fuck up. But I didn’t want to add any more drama to the situation” he says, leaning on the bunk post.

“Jesus fucking Christ” Vic mumbles. “I know this all is not ideal but shit happens” Kylo says “they will figure it out one way or another. Rae has support back there with Y/N and Cassian. However this plays out, she will be okay” he says, stuffing his hands into hid pockets as Vic struggles to control his rage.

He sighs and walks over, patting Vic’s shoulder. He turns and exits, giving him some space to cool down. Tension was common on tour, often brought on by extended proximity in cramped quarters. But this kind was toxic. This was the type that broke up bands. He rubs his hand across his jaw, hopeful that Vic and Kurak can get over this for the sake of the tour.

Shaking the less then found memory away, he heads to their dressing room. Turning the corner, he sees Baze and a couple of other security guards struggling with a group of fans. Two girls freeze and stare at him. Fuck. He picked up the pace, but they were too quick as they ducked under Baze’s arm. His back hits the wall as they approach. “Oh, my fucking God!” one screams, latching onto him.

Their grubby hands roam his upper body as he tries to extract himself from their touch. He grabs at a hand, giving them a stern look as a couple of Baze’s guys take them by the shoulders. “Don’t you ever do that again to anyone, do you understand” he growls, pushing their hands off him. Their eyes widen in shock as they are hulled away. He turns and keeps walking, frustration and anger simmering in his veins.

It enrages him when fans do this shit. He is more than willing to do meet and greets and do all the shit associated with the job but he did not go into this to be assaulted. He enters their dressing room, slamming the door behind him. Hux looks up from his phone, cocking an eyebrow.

Kylo lets out a frustrated growl as he paces. “You ok?” he says. “No, I’m not fucking okay Hux! I just got fucking assaulted in the hallway!” Kylo yells, clinching his fists. “Oh fuck” Hux exclaims, jumping to his feet.

“Yeah, Baze and the others had their hands full and two got past” he says, grabbing a bottle of water. He looks around, his mind finally clear enough to process anything but his anger. There’s no one else in here and he can hear their intro music starting up. “FUCK!” he roars, rushing out of the room. Today has been a fucking mess, he thinks as he heads down the hallway to meet up with the group.

He turns another corner to find only the stagehands standing there with his gear. He can see the guys in position waiting on him. He growls to himself as he gets hooked up. Gripping his guitar, he rushes up the steps and to his spot. Vic eyes him as the intro ends.

He hits his riff, but it doesn’t sound right to him. He has epic feedback in his headphones, grating at his ears. This is why he always checks it before going on, but he didn’t have time to. He struggles through the song, signaling for help as the song ends. He nods at Vic and Kurak giving them notice. They nod back as they start into Make Believe without him.

The sound tech struggled with the sound pack as he twitched with frustration. “Fuck it” he hears the tech mutter, taking the pack away. He comes back with a new one and a cord. “I don’t have any more wireless ones. I have this one, but you’ll be hooked in” he says eyes wide.

Fuck. It’s been years since he’s played hooked up. It’s restrictive, only able to roam only a couple of feet. He’s used to being able to float around on stage, adding to the energy of the show. But it's his only option, and the show is moving on without him.

He grabs the pack, throwing in the headphones. The tech attaches the cords to his guitar, giving him space to taste it out. He hits a few chords and it’s better. Not perfect but hell of a lot better than before. “Thanks man” Kylo grumbles as he walks closer to the stage. The tech nods as he hooks Kylo into the amp. He will have to remember to find this guy afterwards and apologize.

The crowd cheers as the lights dim as Usher starts his solo. It’s not their normal time to break but he has a feeling on why. He watches them file back, grabbing water and switching out instruments. Vic approaches him. “You okay Ky? What happened?” he says, draining a bottle.

“Stupid shit” he growls, still fiddling with the guitar. “It happens bro, not every show is perfect, is it working now?” Vic says, tipping his water bottle to his pack. “Yeah, but it’s wired” he says, fixing his guitar strap. “Fuck. Okay I’ll come to you then” Vic says, slapping his shoulder.

He nods as he joins his mates on stage. The energy from the crowd is palpable. He wishes he could’ve done his pre-show ritual because instead of calming him, the energy is grating on him. He scowls, frustrated with himself as he hits the opening notes to Miracle. This was normally his favorite part of the show but today, today all he felt was anger.

He continues to play the set as his mind swirls. He hasn’t been this angry in a while. He forgot how encompassing it was, how out of control it made him feel. He hasn’t felt this way honestly since before you. He looks up at the crowd, faking a smile as he goes through the motions.

Vic comes up next to him, playing up the crowd but he feels none of it. He just wants to get through this and leave as quickly as possible for his hotel room. He hopes Hux will grant him a night off from the fans. He fucking deserved it.

They break again with three songs left in the set. He rolls his eyes as Kurak bitches about ripping his favorite pants. He switches out to another guitar and checks it. He hears nothing. He tries again and all he hears is interference.

Fucking hell. He rips out a headphone and unplugs the guitar from the pack. The guitar is fine. Perfectly tuned, just isn’t coming though. He slammed down the pack was a growl. “What’s wrong?” the tech says, cheeks flushed. “It won’t work!” he yells, gripping his hair.

The tech pales and stammers as he watches Kylo pace. He is so fucking over tonight. He sees Hux walk up from the back. “Kylo, you okay?” he asks. “No. No I’m fucking not Hux” he snarled. He doesn’t know Vic and Ushar have joined them. “He’s been having issues all day and now the patch up has crapped out” Vic says. Hux nods as he sends a quick message as the tech takes the equipment away.

“Okay, this is what we are going to do. Lee from Horizons said he would finish the set for you. He’s still is hooked up since they were doing an Instagram thing” Hux says, rubbing his jaw. Kylo growls under his breath. Makes sense on why they didn’t have any more wireless packs left. He can’t be mad at them for doing their shit but it still didn’t help his shitty fucking day.

“Sure, whatever” he says, handing off his Fender. He pushes past them all and heads to the dressing room. Turning the corner, he sees Lee fixing his headphones. “Thanks man” Kylo says, giving him a wave. “No worries man. Shit happens” he says shrugging as he keeps walking. While Lee wasn’t the most outgoing guy, he made up for it with talent and a quiet sense of humor. If there was anyone who could fill in for Kylo in pinch, Lee could.

He hears the crowd roar as the music starts again. He slumps onto the couch and takes a breath. Grabbing his phone out of his pocket, he hits your contact. It goes straight to voicemail. He sighs but listens to your sweet voice before hanging up.

He clicks back to your texts and sends a voice message, his heart already beating a bit slower. Hey baby girl, call me when you get this. This show was fucking shit and I’m just frustrated. Love you. Hitting send, he stares at the ceiling, trying to calm and center himself.

His phone buzzes on his lap. Opening his eyes, he sees Sykes has texted him. Sorry you had a shit night. I just heard from my pal Shawn of a killer after party he’s hosting tonight. You all should come.

Blowing out a breath, he sits up. He knows his mates would jump at the chance for something like this. They have only been to a couple on this tour and he can tell they need a good night out and to blow off some steam. Texting an ok to Sykes, he switches to your pictures. Your beautiful face looks back at him in the early morning light.

He missed you so much. He rubs his lips, wishing you could kiss away the angry poison in his veins. He hears Lee trill out the end to The Art of Suicide over the booms of the pyrotechnics. He will do his obligations and then go tonight, have one drink and leave so he can call you and he can feel whole again.

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