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bexterbex · 4 years

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Welcome back to Fic Rec Friday. Last week people seemed pretty excited for it, and not just the authors of those works. Since a lot of us have some time on our hands I’ve got some more recommendations for you. Remember not all the fics are Star Wars/Star Trek related. I like a lot of different stuff, and this reflects that.

Some Authors You Should Check Out (because they’ve got a lot of good work that I would recommend):

@amadwomanrambles She writes a lot for Hux, and is really good at it too. If you like period AUs like medieval or Victorian she is your gal. Go check out her stuff here or on her Ao3

@neeharlowwrites Writes for Kylo Ren, mostly Reader inserts or for her OC Noctrisha. I know a lot of you that follow me are thirsty for Kylo so go look at her stuff. Her Ao3 is here.

@galacticcannibalism Writes for Poe & Kylo, and for Connor from DBH. She’s got a lot of thirst to share. So go look at here Ao3.

Ok, now onto some none Star Wars stuff:

I know the omgcp! fandom is huge on tumblr, but there is another fictional hockey writer you should check out and its @youcouldmakealife. Their Original Story is so vast and so detailed that honestly, they don’t get enough love or credit for. As a hockey fan myself I have always enjoyed their writing. So check out their Ao3. Honestly Vinny needs to get a life.

Loki x Reader - Give me Love by @animefreak141

Loki won... the Earth is thrown into chaos, and you are taken away to become one of his 'girls'. In reality that really means you are a slave... servant... sex toy...

One night, The God of Mischief invites you to spend the night with him, leading the both of you down a path neither could have ever imagined...

Some of the themes in this are pretty heavy, but really good. Check it out if you can. [Status: Complete]

To Stumble Into Your Soulmate by thatwritinggirl on Ao3

For thousands of years, humans have evolved so that their hearts will glow a brilliant gold when they meet their soulmate. Not everyone found their soulmate in their lifetimes, but as you watched the soft white glow of your heart, you knew that you would, one day. You watched the gentle pulse of the light, beating in time with your soulmate's heart, until you fell asleep. The next day you would embark on your own adventure, finally working towards your dreams. But when your cab from Heathrow gets in a nasty accident, your heart seemed brighter. After wandering the halls of St. Bartholomew Hospital, you enter one of the labs only to find the most gorgeous man you had ever seen, and your hearts both glow a blinding gold as you finally find your soulmate.

What now?

Another really good soulmate AU, this time a BBC! Sherlock/Reader. It’s really good so go check it out. If anyone know’s their tumblr handle (if they have one) let me know as I will gladly add it. [Status: Complete]

I will be recommending a number of works every Friday. Please check the tags of the fic before you read them, just incase you see something you don’t like. My philosophy is IF YOU DON’T LIKE IT THEN CLICK OFF.

NOTE: These are works that I enjoy, you don’t have to like them. I am open to suggestions but I can be very picky about what I actually enjoy. I have consumed a lot of work, but there are only so many that I would recommend. No hate on any authors work but this is my opinion.

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whirlybirbs · 4 years

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a gif header for @amadwomanrambles‘s tudor!au king ft. hux/reader!

#I HOPE YOU LIKE IT #imma be honest i got sucked into the tudors for a minute tryna find a good scene to gif #amadwomanrambles

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gooseymacleans · 4 years

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miss. lissa! new mutuals gang. you are that type of person to goes against the grain, you are the type that is unafraid to be herself and you live your life the most fullest. you are free, you are independent, and you are not bound to unwritten rules. that type of freedom you bring to the table is something that i get hella inspired by. your creativity and talent, the way that you create magnificent universes and invite people to come into your creative home...we authors are just that powerful. the sparkle that you have...no matter what, don’t ever lose what makes you you

mutuals send me a “🌹” and i’ll give you a compliment!

#ask #literalyljksdj it's supposed to be 'a compliment' and i just...keep writing #amadwomanrambles

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lumifuer · 4 years

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amadwomanrambles reblogged your post and added:

Omg I love this so much thank you!!!

thank YOU for the request! i’m glad you liked it!

#amadwomanrambles

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castieltrash1 · 3 years

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How about some sub!Cormac McLaggen where the reader teases them by wearing sexy outfits or even going commando under a skirt 👀👀👀

i think ur the only person i’ll write cormac for LMAO. but ily and this concept is hot so let’s go !!

(below: smut headcanons, reader wears a skirt but no gender specified, sub!cormac, exhibitionism)

ok cormac is um. how do i say this nicely? a major fuckboy

so to get HIM flustered is a herculean feat

but exhibitionism is definitely the way to go

ok but sitting next to him in the great hall and letting his hand trail up your thigh (like it always does)

but the second his fingers reach where your the thigh hem of your underwear should be he’s like “hol up..”

just squeeze your thighs together to lock his hand in place and he’ll choke on the food he’s eating

“mclaggen, are you alright?”

“y-yeah. just -- nevermind...”

he might be able to keep a straight face in front of his friends but you can read his body language

red ears. clenched fists. tensed jaw.

not to mention he’s sporting quite the hard-on under the table

leaning in to whisper in his ear: “c’mon baby, touch me. i know you want to.”

and him hissing back “not here!”

just let out a breathy moan in his ear and he’ll immediately jump up, holding his empty plate perfectly over the front of his crotch

“something about that food made me feel.. ill. y/n and i are going to head back to the dorms.”

a few of the guys wolf-whistle as you walk out with cormac trailing behind you like a lost puppy 😌

dom!reader night 💋

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mikrowrites · 4 years

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old flame

Ben Solo x Reader

RISE OF SKYWALKER SPOILERS!!!

@amadwomanrambles : Hi! I would love to request a Ben Solo x Reader where Ben doesn't die at the end of TROS and returns to the Resistance where he runs into the reader who was an old flame that he thought had died a long time ago. Thanks much!

Happy New Years Eve! Final post of 2019!!!

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Y/N climbed out of her X-Wing, a smile plastered across her face as she looked around at the celebrating Resistance.

The war was over. And they had won.

Y/N slid down her ladder, getting caught in a hug by her best friend and Co-General, Poe. The two pilots laughed, grinning as they went to greet their other friends. Poe and Y/N found Rey and Finn, pulling them into a tight hug, the four squeezing their eyes shut and savoring the moment.

Y/N smiled, looking around her as shouts of joy and hope echoed through the forests. Sighing, she began to turning to find Lando to begin organizing the inevitable debriefing when she felt something spike in the force.

She narrowed her eyebrows, trying to concentrate on what it was, losing her focus.

Meanwhile, after having spoke with and settling terms with Poe and Finn, Ben watched the clearing from a far when he felt it too. The force trying to tell him something, maybe?

Ben looked around, his eyes falling on a confused girl in a pilot uniform. Ben felt the world stopping around him as he stared at her. Was it really her? After all these years?

Ben walked down the paths of the new Jedi Temple, sighing. He tried to suppress the voice of Snoke further down in his mind as he snuck into a certain hut.

He stopped in his tracks when he saw another person in his hut, a soft grin on his lips as he closed the door.

Y/N turned around, smiling at him. “Hey Ben.”

Ben smiled back, walking towards her. Y/N threw her arms around his shoulders, kissing his cheek. Ben rubbed circles around her back, resting his head on hers.

“Master Luke could catch us one of these times, y’know.” Ben teased. This had become a running joke between the two. Anytime they were intimate or showed their love for each other, it was an empty reminder that they were breaking Jedi codes.

“Oh I’m sure he could.” Y/N played along, running her fingers through his raven hair. “We’d be expelled from the Jedi religion, yeah?”

“Then I guess we should be careful.” Ben smirked, falling onto his bed with her, Y/N letting out a squeak which dissolved into giggles.

Ben shook his head, making his way toward the woman.

Meanwhile, Y/N was still lost as to what the force was trying to convey to her. She sighed, ignoring the pull and turning to walk back to her tent to change out of her dirty pilot uniform.

She was walking away from the crowds when she heard a familiar shout.

“Y/N!”

The girl’s chest heaved, turning to the shout. Her ignited lightsaber shook in her hands, her entire body drenched in sweat and ash. The Jedi Temple burned to the ground around her, the girl having fended off a black-clad intruder.

“Ben!” Y/N cried out, turning to see the boy standing among the flames. She turned off her saber, running to him. “Ben, what’s happening, I—“

“Stop.” He commanded, Y/N’s body freezing and going rigid as Ben used the force to halt her approach to him.

Y/N, confused, uttered his name again. Ben fought to keep his face stoic, Snoke screaming in his mind: “Kill her. Kill the past. Kill her.”

Ben reached to his side, igniting his blue lightsaber. Y/N’s eyes widened, barely managing to use the force to break away from him before his saber sliced through her torso.

Y/N rolled back, igniting her saber as blue on blue clashed against each other. “Ben! What are you doing?!”

“What I have to.” Be growled, before attacking again. The exchange went for a while, sabers colliding, light fizzling in the air as the cracks of sound echoed through the Jedi campus. Suddenly, Ben kicked Y/N’s knee, the girl staggering back as he lifted the lightsaber and cut a gash downwards from Y/N’s shoulder.

Y/N screamed out, crumbling to the ground as blood began to soak through her robes. She looked up at Ben a final time, noticing the hurt, remorse, and horror in his eyes, though his face looked undeterred. “I’m sorry.” He murmured, before turning and walking away from the ruins.

Y/N shakily sat up, clutching her shoulder. She realized, in that moment, Ben was gone.

Tears slid down her cheeks as the world burned around her, haunted by the eyes of her lover.

This was so much worse than getting caught by Master Luke.

Y/N turned, her breath catching in her throat as she made eye contact with Ben. The man seemed frozen, staring at Y/N in disbelief.

Ben stumbled forwards a bit, seeming to grasp for words. “I—uh... hey.”

“Hey.” Y/N managed, still trying to grasp that he stood before her. Ben seemed to walk on eggshells, Y/N could hear his thoughts as plain as day.

I can’t believe she’s here. She looks good. How could she trust me, I don’t trust me. What do I say, what do I say?!

“You... don’t have to say anything.” Y/N assured, a small smile crossing her face.

Ben’s face went red, his thoughts suddenly closed off. Y/N began to approach him, the man squirming. She noticed his familiar demeanor, his ticks and disposition. So very incredibly like Ben Solo, and so enormously not Kylo Ren.

“Do you want a drink?” Y/N asked. Ben stared incredulously, before nodding.

“Yes. Please.” He answered, Y/N gesturing for him to follow her. They walked through the camp, Y/N disappearing into a tent for a few moments before coming out with two bottles.

She offered one to Ben, who gladly took it. Y/N opened hers, taking a swig.

“So, you’re a pilot?” Ben asked, trying to diffuse the tension and break the ice with her.

Y/N smiled. “Yeah. Red Commander. I joined the Navy after...” she trailed off, Ben casting his gaze downward. Y/N cleared her throat. “Anyway, one thing came to another, and I was recruited by the Resistance.”

“Wow, that’s great. Commander L/N.” Ben mused.

“Hey, that’s General to you, sir.” Y/N smirked, tipping her bottle slightly in his direction.

Ben was caught by surprise. “Woah, Y/N... that’s huge, congratulations.”

Y/N shrugged. The silence stifled them again, the two awkwardly drinking their booze.

Ben coughed awkwardly, about to say something (probably embarrassing) again, but he was caught off by Y/N dropping her bottle, grabbing both sides of his face and kissing him. Ben stiffened before melting into the kiss, the two relishing in each other.

Y/N pulled away, looking into his eyes. The eyes of Ben Solo. “Sorry, I just...”

“Why?” Ben asked. Y/N looked at him in confusion, her head tilted ever so slightly to the side. “Why... how can you still look at me like this? After all the things I’ve done, after all I’ve done to you?”

“I’ve always loved you, Ben.” Y/N smiled softly, shaking her head. “I can’t hate you. No matter how much I’ve tried, believe me. You still matter so much to me.”

Ben sucked in a breath, his heart racing. “I don’t deserve you. I’m not who you should love, I’m a monster.”

“You’ve never been a monster to me.” Y/N murmured, kissing the corner of his lips. She leaned in, her lips brushing his ear in a whisper before turning and walking toward her tent.

“Careful, Master Luke might catch us.”

Ben stood rooted in place, his mind still reeling in disbelief. Slowly, however, a smile creeped across his face as he touched his lips.

Perhaps old flames never die.

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sejanusbaby · 4 years

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Dad!Armitage Hux + Pregnant!Reader...

A/N: This was requested by the lovely @amadwomanrambles and I quite enjoyed writing this. I apologize that it took so much longer than it should have. Let me know if you’d like a part two or an expanded version of this! I tried my best with this one!

Request: I would love to request Headcanons for Hux reacting to becoming a father with a Reader that is a an Admiral in the First Order

Warnings: Nothing triggering, unless you can’t stand descriptions of pregnancy.

I don’t think that Hux and you had purposely fallen pregnant, but to your surprise, Armitage was quite pleased with it.

Sure, you both had extremely stressful jobs, but this was all he ever wanted. A family? With you? He would be crazy if he wasn’t happy.

You weren’t so sure about it at first, though. Being an Admiral in the First Order put enough responsibility on your shoulders. How could you possibly care for a whole child while maintaining your career?

You were sold when you broke the news to Hux, though. The smile that flashed across his face had been like something you had never seen before. How could you say no to that man? I mean, seriously!

The entire pregnancy overall, wasn’t as bad as you had expected it to be. The Supreme Leader was completely unbothered by it and you were still able to work.

It filled Hux with absolute pride. That was his beautiful girl carrying his child. His heart leaped everytime he thought about it.

When you neared your due date, you began to hold back on how much work you did. Kylo Ren, as much as he despises Hux, made sure you knew how much your work was appreciated.

He approached your station on your last full day of work. Your tummy was more than obvious, not that it was a bad thing. Kylo Ren made it brief, but you appreciated it anyway

“I think I’d feel more comfortable if you took off for some time, Admiral Y/N. Your work here is greatly appreciated and your position will be waiting for you upon your return.” He spoke, before turning and leaving.

Armitage was surprised when you told him about Ren’s actions.

“You mean to tell me that he actually has manners?” He said, scoffing. You knew deep down he appreciated the words Kylo Ren gave you.

When you finally went into labor, it was quick. It didn’t last for more than three to four hours at most. Your baby was ready to get out of you, as you were ready for it to be out as well.

You had given birth to a beautiful baby girl, which absolutely melted Hux’s heart. A little girl? His little girl? He was absolutely thrilled.

She was born with a thin layer of red hair on top of her head and had bright eyes, the same color as yours.

Armitage thanked you every single day for months after your daughter was born.

“Thank you for giving me this, Y/N. A family. Our family.” You had never seen his this soft before.

As your daughter grew, you quickly realized how much of a daddy’s girl she was going to be. She always wanted to be around Armitage. Whether it be in your shared quarters or her begging him to bring her to work with him, she always wanted to be by his side.

On the night of your daughters third birthday, after Hux had tucked her into bed, he made his way to your shared bed.

“She’s already three years old, Y/N. Where did the time go?” He spoke softly pulling you into his side. “I tell you all of the time, but I cannot stress enough how much I love you, Y/N. Thank you for giving me my own piece of happiness.”

You just smiled and placed a soft kiss on his cheek. Your little family. All yours.

#General Hux #Armitage Hux #Star Wars #Sequels #x Reader #Fluff #x Pregnant!Reader #Pregnant #Imagine #Fanfic #Headcanons

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certifiedskywalker · 4 years

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Home Bound - Orson Krennic

AN: I think this was the first time I’ve even written for Krennic!

amadwomanrambles said: I would like to request a Orson Krennic x Fem!Reader insert where Krennic invites reader to stay on the Death Star. Thank you!!!

It had been too long since Orson Krennic had stepped foot on Coruscant. Though the planet that never slept, speeders always racing and lights always glowing, had changed little since his last visit. Krennic could still remember how desperate he had been as a young recruit on Lexrul, eager to fly far from it’s factories and industry if it meant something, anything better. Now Coruscant was no better, or no less bathed in smog, than his homeworld.

Chilled and thick, the air of the city-forged planet welcomed him back cruelly. Krennic cringed at the heavy smell of smoke and rushed from his cruiser to within the halls of the Empire’s engineering headquarters.

Krennic never called any place home for too long. Akin to many of the high-ranking Imperials officers, Krennic was always moving. Different assignments, different projects, had him running around like a Tauntaun through the snow of Hoth; though much, much faster. To be slow moving, in his position, meant death or worse: job termination. Yet, despite the motion, the engineering head quarters on Coruscant was the second closest thing Krennic had to home.

Those first steps inside were ones of purpose. He had the directives, the wherewithal, though he feared he lacked the heart. Luckily, before any semblance of what Krennic imagined nerves to be surfaced, the smokey smell of the outside world melded into one more antiseptic.

He felt his shoulders relax for a fleeting moment as he took in the sight. Hardly a thing had changed since he worked in the complex. It was an old Republic building that had been remodeled to fit the more elegant aesthetic of the Empire. Stark grey walls and black-tiled floors so polished that Krennic could see his reflection when he glanced down. He looked tired.

“Director Krennic, glad to see you arrived in one piece, sir.”

He looked up at the lower ranking officer before him. The younger man was wide eyed, obviously unclear that small talk and additional comments were considered daring. Krennic, when he had been younger, had been just like this boy. Unpolished, looking to climb, reaching for any branch even if it could not carry his weight. How naive.

“Perhaps if new recruits could do their jobs correctly, we in the Empire would have no Rebellion to hear of.” Krennic stepped forward, looming, before adding, “the weak exploit weakness. Follow protocol, don’t show weakness.”

The darkened edge of his voice seemed to be enough. Visibly startled, the young man snapped his jaw shut and nodded his head stiffly. Krennic smirked before reaching a gloved hand out to the man. The new recruit flinched as the Director’s hand landed on his shoulder.

“Good lad. Now, show that I did not waste my precious time in coming here.”

“Y-Yes sir, right this way, sir.”

Krennic let his hand fall from the younger man’s shoulder as he swiftly went to guide him through the complex. The halls held many different doorways. Some, much to Krennic’s surprise, were new as new finding were brought back for development. Crystal Core Operations to his right. Hyperspace Tracking Theory to this left.

One door had remained wholly the same: Department of Advanced Weapons Research.

It was still as intimidating as it was on his first day as a trainee. Though, Krennic would never admit that anything, anyone, intimidated him, especially a door. Back then, in those early days, Krennic was confused as to why the department was part of the engineering complex. It was so buried as well. What was the point of it?

Now, after years of climbing up the ranks, Krennic knew.

The younger man serving as his guide stepped close to the door and it hissed open. With the large door lifting, Krennic caught the first glimpse of what had been his blood, his home, for years. New walkers with varying different heads and blaster arrangements lined the walls of the massive chamber. Any spot left open was covered in blue prints and holographic screens displaying structures that, days prior, Krennic had seen pass over his desk.

If anyone on Coruscant knew what lurked behind the lumbering doors of the Department of Advanced Weapons Research, there would be outrage. Missiles, blasters, and bombs, all in one place; a time bomb waiting for the switch. Yet, with all the power in that room, Krennic knew that he had out-witted out-worked them all. Nearly all of them.

“The, uh, the demonstration will start shortly,” the young guide said. Krennic simply walked past him towards the gathering crowd of grey uniforms. He had heard the tales of the Clone War, how the Clones forged their own individuality with names and tattoos; those below Krennic in the Imperial ranks were more flat than them. The only thing that set them all apart were their ensignas when they turned to face him.

“Director.”

“Director, hello.”

He ignored them all, pushing to the front to get a better view. Behind him, the cape clipped to his white uniform snapped with his movements. There was an open space, the perfect fit, right in front with the leading officers. Smoothly, Krennic took the spot and savored the silence that greeted him there.

“You’re here.”

Krennic smiled.

“Wouldn’t miss it.”

“You could never lie to me, Director.”

He bit back the urge to laugh. Now was neither the time nor the place for that. There would be time for that later. Despite reason, Krennic snuck a glance out of the corners of his eyes. He saw you, features turned to attention and waiting for the demonstration.

He let out a hum and the sound pulled your focus away, right to him. Krennic saw the glint in your eyes then, familiar and bright like the stars. You quickly turned your eyes back to the small stage. Higher ranking generals and commanders were making their way to it. Krennic, slightly smiling now, turned to watch the beginning of the demonstration.

“Welcome home, Orson” you whispered, just as the Imperial tech-trumpets began to play. Krennic heat rush through him at the sound of his name falling from your lips. He had to focus, he had to; but his resolve was shaken.

The confidence, arrogance if he was honest with himself, from before had melted under the warmth of your presence. You always did this to him. It both infuriated and charmed him. You were the one he could never out-smart and he love- he enjoyed that about you. Perhaps that was why he was, for the first time in his life, truly nervous as the question he was dying to ask you remained unsaid on his tongue.

“And how is your extensive project proceeding, Director Krennic?”

“On schedule. Sadly, I must spare the details,” he drawled, cocking his head to the side slightly to eye the officer standing before him. “I did hear details about a particular mishap on Anbois. Would you care to-”

“Director,” you interrupted, immediately pulling Krennic’s attention to you. “Your correspondence mentioned a logistics conflict. Blockages in the hyperspace lanes surrounding your project. I may have a solution for you.”

Krennic forced his expression to stay suave, unreadable. It was a challenging feat. You, looking like that and at him, made it difficult.

“Great to hear someone is capable,” he glanced back at the officer, General Horoix. “It seems I have other thing to attend to. I do hope Anbois recovers. Lieutenant L/N.”

Without waiting for a retort from the general, Krennic turned and headed in your direction. Fluidly, as if riding the same Kaminoian wave, you turned and followed Krennic towards the exit; moving together, stride in stride. The large door grew bigger and bigger as Krennic’s heart pounded faster and faster. It took everything he had to remain resigned but it wasn’t enough. A smile, small and closed-lip, spread along his face.

“Blockages?”

“You were getting snarky,” you replied, only loud enough for Krennic to hear.

“You don’t approve?”

The door opened to the rest of the complex but didn’t distract Krennic as he glanced at you. You were still facing forward, even began walking when the door lifted, but he could see the hints of a smile on your lips. He had missed your smile.

“I don’t have to.”

Krennic followed you as you led him through the depth of the complex. Eventually, you both had to mask your smiles for the sake of preserving yourselves and your reputations. At some point, the halls of the complex became unfamiliar to Krennic.

“New additions?”

“Remodeled. Our old rooms.”

Krennic took in the doors that led to individual’s quarters. Slate, the cold grey that lined every Imperial base made the hallways seem smaller. They were all closed. Silence filtered through the air and a sudden chill ran over Krennic’s shoulders.

“What has hap-”

Before he could finished, he could feel your hands on his arm, tugging. He looked up and saw you, without the practiced mask you both wore. You were smiling, wide, to your eyes and Krennic felt his whole body react. He rushed towards you and the door you had stopped by suddenly opened, allowing the two of you inside.

For a few seconds, you were bathed in darkness. Krennic couldn’t see you but he could feel you, all warmth against him. He could feel your hands rising against his chest then to his neck, until your finger tips brushed against his face. Unable to hold himself back any longer, Krennic gave in and pressed his lips to yours. In that moment, his nerves faded away.

Then the lights flashed on and he pulled away, desperate to see you. Despite the exposure brought on by the light, you look put together. At least more put together than Krennic felt in the moment. Carefully, he reached up and brushed your hand back, eyes never leaving yours. Whatever nerves he felt prior to this melted away entirely.

“Well this is a proper ‘welcome home’,” he joked softly. You rolled your eyes and let your hands fall to his shoulders. He leaned down to kiss you again, full but quick.

“Nearly thought you had forgotten about me, us,” you sighed. “Abandoned it all for your Death Star.” Krennic smirked, pulling your body flush with his once more.

“Shocking, the little faith in me.”

“We don’t have time for faith,” you chided, “we barely have time for this.” You leaned up to him, capturing your lips with his.

With every kiss, Krennic left as if you were drawing the question out of him. His directive, his, besides the demonstration, main reason for returning to Coruscant. ‘Home’ you had called it when you welcomed him back the first time. It didn’t feel right.

“We could have more time,” he said when your lips moved to his jaw. At his words, you ministrations stopped. You pulled back, looking him dead in the eyes. “For this and,” he took your hand in his, “other things of the like.”

“Other things? I don’t,” you began warily, “I’m not leaving my post.”

“No, no,” he shook his head, “I know. I wouldn’t want you to.”

“Then what are you saying?” Your grip on his hands tightened. Krennic swallowed hard and pressed forward.

“My project, it’s nearly complete and testing is imminent. You know it’s a big station and,” he peered up you, “my chambers has room for two. I want…”

He trailed off, a strange feeling rising up in his throat. It wasn’t nausea or even nerves. His chest ached and he forced himself to look away from you. When he arrived he had told the greeting officer not to show weakness and yet here he was. Imperial Director, Orson Krennic reduced to near tears at the thought of being alone. Somehow, he managed to push through the shame and found his voice.

“I don’t want to be without you, anymore, love.”

“Orson,” you sighed, moving your hands to his face. Gently, your fingers brushed through his grey hair as you tried to soothe him. By the Gods, weakness felt good.

“Coruscant is not my home,” Krennic said, collecting himself. “You are and I always come back to you. For once, I want to just have you there. I want to show you all I have built to protect you.” His voice faltered on the last few words. It wasn’t a lie; the Death Star was meant to protect people in some sense, you in particular for Krennic’s own selfish wants, but it was the Empire’s sword to wield, the Emperor’s, when it came down to it.

You knew this. From the moment you met Orson Krennic you knew he told half truths. Lies weren’t his style. Years of loving him had taught you how to see his truths. You could see them before you now, reflected in his words and his soft, blue eyes.

“I’ll go,” you replied, “Orson, I’ll go with you.”

The meaning, the strength in your voice was enough to pull Orson back. He leaned in and kissed you again, making up for all the times he couldn’t. With you close by, he could keep you safe. He would not let his weakness get exposed. He would not like his home fall to ruin.

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halfmoonshines · 2 years

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❤️ - okay I want another one because I forgot another fandom of mine is Grishaverse 🤣

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Then I ship you withhhh... Matthias Helvar

you met after matthias had already realized the errors of his people

you meet in a small tavern, both just trying to get some food before you continue on your travels

you notice him eating by himself and decide to join him

you won him over in minutes

you travel mostly with him after that, exploring different areas

he's super protective and the slightest bit controlling but you're slowly showing him how equal men and women are

whenever you get even a little tired he likes to carry you for a bit wherever you need to go

learns how to make your favorite dishes

teaches you self defense

his love language is touch full send

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starlightsearches · 4 years

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Okay so I'm in love with the oneshot you did of Hux x Reader graduating from the academy. I would like to request a part 2 please, where Armitage sees Reader again for the first time on the Finalizer. Thanks, hun!! ❤❤❤

Graduation pt. 3

Hello friends! I was feeling really guilty about opening up my requests before I finished some of the older ones, but now I’m very glad that I did because i was able to combine these two, and I love the way that it turned out. Hope you guys like it!

Requests are closed ✨

Armitage Hux x Classmate! Reader Pt. 3

(Here’s part one and part two if you’d like a refresher 🥰)

Warnings: Discussions of an injury, and I think that’s it!

He’s still not sure why he had volunteered for the mission, not really. It was uncharacteristically impulsive, as he had been sitting in the meeting with his head down, occasionally flitting his glance in your direction. Captain Prayjor had made the opportunity sound exciting: the chance to be on the ground during an attack, a time to use the skills he had so carefully cultivated in all those simulations, but even then he had held back, unwilling to make the choice just yet.

Life on the Finalizer was different from what Armitage had expected; some of those differences were good, others were . . . less than ideal. Perhaps the most surprising was also the best: he rarely saw his father aboard. Apparently the general was much too busy to concern himself with any of the new lieutenants, including his own son, and Armitage liked that well enough. Unfortunately, he didn’t manage to see much of you either.

He had thought that things would be different, after the cadet’s ball, after the kiss you had given him in the moonlight on Arkanis, but he had managed to fuck that up. It was just so hard, now—to speak to you, to look at you, to be normal. Every time he tried, the memory was conjured again, and each time in more devastating detail: how pretty you had looked inching closer to him outside your dormitory, how his skin had turned to fire and melted away under the pressure of your lips on his cheek, how bare he felt in your presence. Every time he looked at you, he was overcome with a flood of desires, and the inability to act on them. He wasn’t brave enough.

It was natural, for the distance to grow between you, a spreading crevasse that Armitage widened every time he caught your eye and then looked away, with every curt answer he gave to your genuine questions, and he didn’t know how to stop it. He knew you’d give up on him soon enough, though, and it would tear him apart.

Captain Prayjor had finished his presentation, waiting patiently for the first brave volunteer, but the room stayed silent. Hux watched you closely as Jamisa, one of the other new additions to the Finalizer crew, leaned over next to you, whispering just loud enough for Armitage to hear, “sounds dangerous, I don’t think I could do it,” and you had nodded in assent just as your eyes met his. Electricity had filled the air, and he hadn’t noticed that his hand was raised until he heard Captain Prayjor calling his name.

“Yes, lieutenant?” he had said, and everyone turned to Armitage, waiting to see if he would really agree to this, if he would be the first of them to take all the theoretical learning that they had done and see if it really worked.

No one breathed, no one moved, the weight of all the eyes and expectations of everyone in the room rested upon his shoulders, but only yours mattered in that moment, to Armitage. He needed to be brave. He wanted more. If this is what it would take for you to finally see him as more than just a friend, then no amount of danger would make him turn away.

“I’d like to volunteer for the mission, captain.”

In the days leading up to the event, Armitage couldn't keep his mind from wandering with outlandish fantasies, his thoughts filled with images of himself, a little bruised, a little bloody, but also victorious and vital, returning to the Finalizer. And you would be there, of course, waiting for him, eager to see that he had returned alive. Things would change, in that moment. You'd see him the way he wanted to be seen by you, and everything would be different. He’d close the divide that he had created.

The reality was much more pathetic, of course. He and Prayjor hadn't even been on the ground for the fight, instead directing troopers from a command ship, only leaving the safety of the transport once everything was finished. He had surveyed the battlefield after the fact, stepping over the charred landscape of discarded blasters and fallen troopers with a distinct feeling of dissatisfaction.

He only found out what really happened much later, about the rebel in hiding, the blaster shot and how they had rushed him, unconscious, back to the Finalizer, to the medbay. So his return had not been what he had expected at all. But then again, neither was anything that happened after.

He wakes with a headache, his limbs sore from the lack of movement, and even with his eyes closed there's too much light. He grunts and shifts, testing out the limits of his body, but his limbs haven’t quite woken up yet, left weighed down and immobile. He waits patiently, working up to the point that he can flex his fingers, but he freezes when something in his palm impedes the movement. His eyes flash open, and you're the first thing he sees, sitting at his bedside, facing away from him, towards the door. He sees you first, and then his gaze wanders to his hand, where your fingers are intertwined with his.

You don't notice that he’s awake just yet, focused intently on your data pad, which rests in your lap. Despite the effect it had on him, the light in the room is dim; most of the overhead lights are off and the majority of the light pours in from the corridor outside of his room—it must be the middle of the night cycle.

A familiar feeling of panic rises in his chest, but not for any normal reason, not because he’s woken in a strange place with no memory of how he got there. It doesn’t take long for him to figure out he’s in the medbay—not with the medical equipment and the thin mattress beneath him and the remnants of sedatives he can still feel running their course through his veins. No, he’s panicked because of you, because he can already feel his palm grow moist against your own, because any moment now you’ll realize that he’s awake and he’ll have to find something to say.

He stays as still as he can manage, ignoring the pain that emanates from his side, trying to relax into this moment. He watches you as he tries to maintain the steady, sleepy rhythm of his breathing, paying close attention to every detail he can, because he’d like to savor this moment, and what it means. You’re here. You care about him.

You shift in your seat, removing your hand from his and turning to face him. Armitage manages to close his eyes again, just in time, pretending to be asleep.

He feels the gentle brush of your fingers against his hairline, and he has to remind himself to breathe as your touch sparks against his nerve endings, your fingers curling through his hair with an affectionate gentleness that he hadn’t felt before.

Can people blush when they’re asleep? Armitage can feel the heat rising in his cheeks, up to his forehead, and his breath stutters through his nose, the beep of the heart monitor beside the bed following suit. Your fingers still, and he can feel you waiting to see if he might wake.

Armitage lets his eyes fall open, and they meet yours immediately, like fate, like it was meant to be. You’re beautiful, even without sleep, even with bloodshot eyes that tear up when you realize that he’s awake. For a moment, you’re both motionless, and there’s a silent communication that flows between you—for just a moment, he believes with every fiber of himself that you might actually kiss him.

But just as soon as it was created, the connection is broken. You break away from him, pulling your hand from where it rests in his hair, embarrassed, your eyes traveling to the doorway before they return to his, guarded now.

“You’re awake,” you whisper, fiddling with the sheet at the edge of the bed, maybe to give your hands some purpose besides touching him, “how are you feeling?”

“I’ve been better,” he responds, and the rasp of his own voice surprises you both. You search the room, your eyes landing on the stand beside the bed and you take the cup that rests there into your hands, holding it out to him. Armitage shifts into a sitting position, wincing at the sharp, smarting pain that engulfs his side when he moves. Your other hand reaches out to steady him, and he flushes again at the contact, just now realizing that they had left him bare from the waist up, your palm warm against the pale skin of his rib cage. He settles back into a sitting position, but you don’t remove your hand just yet, waiting until he stops before you pull away.

“Do you remember what happened?” you ask as you hand him the cup, pausing to make sure that he has a good hold on it before you let go. Armitage thinks he should probably be embarrassed with the way that you’re doting on him, but he finds he doesn’t mind the attention. He shakes his head before bringing the glass to his lips and drinking the water in long, slow sips.

“You were shot twice,” you say as he drains the glass, “before the troopers could apprehend the rebel. They only just missed your spine.” Your voice cracks on the last word; and a tear slips down your cheek before you brush it away. Armitage goes rigid, watching you carefully as he sets the glass back down. Maybe he’s misreading the signs, but that tear holds meaning. He thinks that this might be the first real sign that you care about him—as more than a friend.

“Thank you for being here,” he whispers, and he inches his hand across the crisp, white sheets towards the place where your hand rests on the edge of the mattress. A surge of warmth flows through him as he takes your hand in his—he’s feeling brave.

“I’m glad that you’re alright,” you say with a sniffle, trying to stay any more tears that threaten to fall as they pool in the corners of your eyes, “if you hadn’t been, if it had been-”

Pain shoots up his side again as Armitage lunges forward, but it doesn’t even register, not when he’s focused on the infinitely more pleasurable feeling of your mouth on his as he kisses away the worries that you were unable to express. A white-hot thrill shoots through him as you kiss him back, your lips parting with a little laugh, your hand resting against the crook of his neck as you pull him closer, his fingers already entwined in your hair.

It’s the alarming of the heart monitor that finally makes you pull away from him, the shrill measure of his accelerated heartbeat echoing through the room. You’re shy all of a sudden, brushing your fingertips over the small smile that rests on your lips, and the realization hits him with force: you’ve wanted him all this time, just as much as he did. How could he be so foolish? How could he have let his fears deprive him of something this wonderful?

Armitage struggles to get his breathing back in check, and he can feel that he’s blushing all the way down to his chest, his skin flushed with delight.

“I should probably let you rest,” you say when you look at him again, brushing your fingers down the length of his arm, leaving a pleasant chill in their wake. “I’ll be back tomorrow?”

“I’ll be out of here by then,” he responds, grabbing your hand as your fingers dance over his palm, bringing it to his lips and pressing a gentle kiss against your knuckles. If he had his way, they’d let him out of the medbay right now. He wants to be with you, and he knows that you want to be with him. And nothing, not even a blaster wound, was going to keep him away from you anymore.

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