#grey's hux tag

[pioneer-over-c]

@huxloween day 2 - Urban Legends

#i miss the tfa dynamic of these two constantly trying to get one up on each other #huxloween #huxloween 2023 #kylux #grey's kylo tag #matt the radar technician #grey's hux tag #star wars #disney trilogy #look i know this is not related to halloween but maybe it's kylo's costume this year

[tomatette]

WIP Wednesday?

@dragonflies-draw-flame Thanks for the tag! I haven't had the time to write a lot lately. This is just something I've been working on, on and off.

[Kylo] kneels next to the cot Hux is lying on and just looks at him for a long moment, willing him to wake up or at least show some - any - kind of reaction. He's almost glad, whe he notices a tiny shiver running down the length of Hux's body. He's cold, which doesn't come as much of a surprise, as their cell is practially freezing. Their captors have not shown them the kindness of leaving blankets or sheets. Nothing that they could use to warm up. So Kylo does the only thing he can think of: He strips out of his cloak, squeezes himself into the narrow space between Hux and the wall, and pulls the thick fabric over the both of them. It isn't particularly warm or comfortable, but when Kylo moulds himself into Hux's side and rests his palm above Hux's sternum, he can feel the steady beat of his heart and the occasional shiver trembling through his narrow frame. If nothing else, it offers him at least a little peace of mind, however little it may be. He lies there with his eyes open, staring at the wall opposite the cot, counting the scratches in the dull grey durasteel until his lids grow heavy and he falls into an uneasy slumber.

Hm ... who to tag? Who to tag? Anyone who wants to :)

#writing #fanfic #mine #sorry if it's boring or riddled with mistakes #kylux #tag game #allthestuffimade

[gamebird]

Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Let’s spread the self-love 💗

Favorite five fics I have written:

Shattered Salvation - over a million words. NBC Heroes. A love poem of Petlar and Petrellicest. Polyamory. Saving the world. Saving each other. Heroes and villains and enough time for side characters to have a moment, but the through-line was always Peter and Sylar. This was originally posted on FFN in sections, and then I accidentally deleted it from AO3 after it had been there for a few years. So there used to be more kudos and comments on it, lost to my mistake.

Grey Order - Only 573k words. Star Wars Sequel Trilogy, TROS doesn't exist. I especially like the Poe/Hux stuff and their balance of asexual with allosexual. This story grew organically on its own, starting off as a series of Force visions between Rey and Kylo set after TLJ. But it went other places and I love the places it went, eventually finding a path to lasting peace for the galaxy, and for the troubled souls in it.

Unification - 167k words. Star Wars Sequel Trilogy, TROS doesn't exist here either. This is my most self-indulgent fic. It was the one where I said, 'You know what? Fuck all the rules of writing I've been adhering to. I'm going to switch POVs every chapter. I'm going to indulge in plot-unnecessary world-building. I'm going to have three separate romances. I'm going to create a dozen original characters and have them all be interesting!' So I did. I had a great time writing it and a lot of people enjoyed reading it.

Services Rendered - 15k words. Star Wars Sequel Trilogy. TROS doesn't exist. This is explicit Kylux with a heavy dose of Knights of Ren and a whole lot of gang-bang orgy action with a sweet, non-monogamous ending. It is my highest bookmarked fic and second highest by hits. It's not my best work as a writer, IMO, but I find it hilarious that out of all the stuff I've written, this is the one that has the most accolades.

Dirty Talk - 634 words. My sole Star Trek fic. What I like about it mostly is how I wrote it. I was chatting with a friend on LJ, got inspired, and banged it out over a couple minutes as a gift to my conversational partner. Who was amazed that I'd just written that. Right then. Between one post and the next. I found the response deeply flattering, so whenever I look at that story I remember that.

I know there's nothing on here about the Murderbot Diaries or The Old Guard. I've had cancer and health issues coinciding with my involvement in those fandoms, and it's only been recently that I think my writing has recovered. My favorites of Murderbot are the Skulk series and Gurathin's Side of the Story.

Other writers I'd like to tag: @morby , @rosewind2007 , @gauzyfruitcake , @darkswanone , @blessphemy .

[dark--whisperings]

Get to know me tag game ✨✨✨

Thanks for the tag @tideswept and @somethingsteff!!!!

1. 3 ships: Obikin (Anakin Skywalker/Obi-Wan Kenobi), Kylux (Kylo Ren/Armitage Hux), & Kalluzeb (Alexsander Kallus/Garazeb Orrelios).

2. first ever ship: Ouuuuffff. This one goes WAY BACK. But... Shego/Kim Possible. And I wonder why I'm now a dyke LMAO.

3. last song: Nocturnal Future - The Word Alive

4. last movie: Star Wars: Revenge of the Sith (with @mischievouschan4... and we both passed the fuck out on the couch halfway through because we had done TWO hikes earlier in the day).

5. currently reading: Needing/Getting - chapstickaddict (yes, I'm lost in a massive fanfic right now).

6. currently watching: I'm in my ✨ rewatching Greys Anatomy ✨ era.

7. currently consuming: White wine. Because it's officially the first day of 12 days off. WOOOO. 🥳🎉🎊

8. currently craving: Ice cream. I will never not crave ice cream.

9. Tag 9 people you want to know better (no pressure tags): @mischievouschan4, @fishnamedsushi, @wibzenadarksiderwithasoftheart, @palfriendpatine66, @grapenehifics, @innepttia, @ineffable-snowman, @that-gay-jedi

#obikin #kalluzeb #kylux #tag game

[mylifeisactuallyamess]

A/N: This is for you @daydreamsofthrawn 🥰

Summary: Hux comes home to his home planet for a brief rest.

Warnings: None really. My own descriptions of Arkanis and thunderstorms. Established relationship. I put F!Reader but really it’s gn, I just can’t be bothered to change my moodboard. F!Reader just covers me because that is usually who I write for.

Word Count: 946

Tagging my Hux homies: @lemongingerart @princessxkenobi @starsandroots (I feel like I’m missing people 😅 it’s been a while since I posted my Ginger General.)

The rain lashed on the outside of the house as you busied yourself in the kitchen. It was dark, your motions highlighted by a small handheld candle. Most of Arkanis was state of the art, the houses full of the newest tech but sometimes a moment called for something softer.

He had returned from the war against the Resistance less than an hour ago. He’d barely said two words to you before disappearing into his study. You weren’t concerned by his behaviour, he needed time to adjust. In one environment he was the General that everybody looked up to. The one they swore their allegiance to and he had to keep the First Order together under the fracturing rule of the Supreme Leader. In this environment, he returned to being just Armitage. He could let go here, relax and not be haunted by the nightmares that plagued him in space.

He’d told you he couldn’t remember much of Arkanis before they’d left. When his father had smuggled them off the planet and away from the reach of the New Republic. He was only a small boy, fighting for approval and acceptance. Maybe it was a good thing he didn’t remember the planet and what happened to him.

Your attention was pulled to the clear pot of water as it reached boiling point. Streams of bubbles angrily rose to the surface until you pulled it off the heat. Letting the water settle, you then added the berries and leaves for the perfect Tarine Tea. You placed two cups with saucers on a tray, the lit candle stick and tucked a blanket over your arm.

You knew exactly where to find him. The door to his study opened almost silently, a dull grey light filtered into the room from outside accompanied by the full roar of the weather. Hux had thrown the balcony doors wide open, rain pounded on the cover, running in rivers off the slanted roof.

He was leaning on the balustrade, his First Order tunic abandoned on his chair so he was just in his under vest. He’d taken his boots off and swapped his ceremonial trousers for something more comfortable. You watched him for a moment, admiring the flex of his back and the colour of his hair because, even in the dull gloom of Arkanis, it still flared like a dying sun.

You could see the tension in his shoulders, the tightness of his muscles as he tried to sigh it all away and you imagined the hidden look of torture behind his impassive mask. He tried to hide it all from you, to not involve you in the devastation that was happening but you still saw the toll of it written all over him.

Gently you lowered the tray and slipped the blanket off your arm. Approaching quietly you unfolded the plush material and draped it over his chilled form.

“I brought tea,” you told him. Turning away to get it you felt his hand pull you to a halt. His hands were uncharacteristically warm, considering they had been out in the freshness all this time you’d expected him to be colder. He didn’t speak, pulling you closer into the softness of the blanket so he could wrap himself around you. Your eyes fluttered closed at his closeness, his scent was just as you remembered. The Arkanisian soap you’d given him mixed with the richness of the rain outside and you sighed with quiet contentment.

Your moment of bliss was shattered by the crawling flash of fork lightning as it cracked open the sky, swiftly followed by a large peal of thunder that pressed down upon you. Rolling over you and vibrating your insides with the intensity of the rumble.

The clouds were black, more lightning flashed revealing peaks as tall as mountains through the rain. Below the cliff, the sea swelled angrily, dashing against the sharp rocks as though it could wash them away from sheer force alone.

Most people deemed Arkanis a miserable planet. True it was hard to fly through the weather, many a pilot had lost their life to an ill timed lightning strike, or a ferocious gust that blew them into the reach of the sea creatures. Massive tentacled monsters that preyed on unsuspecting ships or anyone who dared go near the water. But you loved this planet and you knew Armitage did too.

He had once told you the noise of the rain calmed his thoughts. He was able to let everything melt away and come back to himself here, with you.

Lightning once again sliced through the clouds and you couldn’t help but gasp. It split, casting the ends of the strike into a web of intrigue as it struck whatever it was seeking. The light burned your eyes but you could not look away. It was very rare that you got to see the horizon of Arkanis, the other houses that dotted the cliff were usually hidden by the rain and gloom. Sunlight hardly ventured here and most of the planet relied on lights to help them see. Even then, the constant deluge made them useless.

You felt Hux tighten his grip on you, his arms pulling you just that bit closer into his form and he dipped his face to bury in the crook of your neck. His warm sigh blossomed on your skin and you felt some of the tension leave him. Turning your face you rested your cheek on his head, freeing a hand from the comfort of the blanket to run your fingers through his fiery locks.

He was home.

For a brief moment between the wars.

He was home.

Divider by: @firefly-graphics

#between the wars #armitage hux #general hux #general hux x you #general hux x reader #armitage hux x you #armitage hux x reader #general hux oneshot #general hux fanfic #general hux fanfiction

[chambergambit]

It’s almost 4 am and I am Having Thoughts ™

I think a lot of us are aware of what’s called “Filing the Serial Numbers Off”. It’s when the author of a fanfic changes the names and some details in it and sells it as original fiction. The most famous example of this is 50 Shades of Grey, which started out as Twilight fic. (I’ve also been told that Twilight secretly started out as Hermione/Snape fic where Snape was a vampire. Hilarious if true.)

I’ve had a couple people suggest to me that I should do this to my Downton Abbey fic. While I’m flattered to hear they think it’s good enough to sell, I’m generally against this because A) I feel this puts all of transformative fandom at risk of being sued for copyright violation and B) knowledge of the source material is so necessary to understanding the story that I don’t think it would work as original fiction.

What I'd like to discuss is when the opposite happens, which I’m going to call “Writing Serial Numbers on Original Fiction”. It’s when an AU is so divorced from the source material that the only thing it has in common with it are character names and physical descriptions.

I want to say this probably happens most often when a ship doesn’t have much canon material to work with. The most obvious example (of the fandoms I’ve read fic in) is the Les Miserables Modern AU. Like, two dudes names Enjolras and Grantaire fall in love, and maybe Grantaire is an alcoholic artist and maybe Enjolras is into social justice. These fics became so purvasive that fics actually set in the same time and place as the book (or more often, the musical) required it’s own tag on AO3 to be found. This rightfully pissed some people off.

This was also really common for the Star Wars sequels ship of Kylo/Hux (kylux). There would be well written and moving stories about two dudes named Kylo and Hux falling in love, but they would have absolutely nothing to do with Star Wars.

And I’m not saying this is a bad thing! I have read and loved fics like these! They are in my AO3 bookmarks! Hell, looking back, I’ve written fics like these. I had an elaborate rockband AU for Pacific Rim that had very little to do with the movie. Yes, Newt was a nerdy guy with tattoos and Hermann was a stuffy Brit who used a cane, but looking back? That was pretty much it. 

We are writing original stories and then casting characters from already existing intellectual properties to play them out.

#fandom #why do we do this

[h00nerz]

15 questions !! tagged by @yeonjunszn

are you named after anyone?

technically daphne isn’t my Rea name it’s a pen name i chose like 4 years ago but as far as my real bake i was named after the daughter of one of my parents’ friends who died young

when was the last time you cried?

omg a few hours ago when i saw that soobin was crying at the comeback showcase

do you have any kids?

no 😍

do you use sarcasm?

yes and an excessive amount of it. it is bad how sarcastic i am.

what’s the first thing you notice about someone?

the way they act towards others i guess? i work as a receptionist so i get to meet lots of people, and i always take notice of how they talk to me and talk to others as well

what’s your eye color?

blue/green/grey it changes color

scary movies or happy endings? both?

happy endings ig? i don’t mind scary movies but i don’t watch a lot of them

any special talents?

umm i can recite the entirety of all too well ten minute version and i can whistle really good and i can tell you all the fnaf lore 😍😍

what are your hobbies?

writing, reading, listening to music, and playing video games (only the sims and minecraft)

where were you born?

western usa 💪

do you have any pets?

i have 2 dogs and 2 cats! we have a yorkie named rosco, and we have a mixed breed dog we don’t rly know what she is named rey (after star wars). our orange tabby is named hux (also after star wars bc he is orange), and our gray tabby is named gertie (short for gertrude, after jersey girl i think?)

what sports do you play/have played?

i did competitive dance for 6/7 years and that was it LOL i kind of wish i had done more

how tall are you?

5’6” 😍

favorite subject in school?

foreign language! in spanish i did spanish & now i’m doing japanese and i just love learning new languages it’s so cool, english is a close second tho

dream job?

i would either really like to be a teacher, elementary education is my major rn, but also doing journalism and getting to interview celebrities sounds rly cool too.

tagging @ttyunz @jakeshands @therealhyunjingf 💕💕

#🏷️.tags

[gerdavonrinnlingen]

I was tagged by @cinlat - thank youuu :D It's been a while since anybody tagged me ^^

I’m tagging @phelfromgrace, @fluffynexu (you bet you are working on a worldbuilding post), @hiersinddrachen, @funnygirl117 and @tishinada and anybody else who wants to do this!

Here is a very early draft of The Yavin Falcon (title may change), a Rose/Poe/Hux fic I have been struggling with in the past months.

But where else should Hux go? Here at least he felt like he belonged, the knowledge of having Stormtroopers ready, even without their armour put him at ease. He took a look around, old men and women with grey hair were sitting around, reading the holo news with the air of people who thought they were important. In truth they were all just waiting… waiting for another opportunity, waiting for somebody, anybody to come to them, to affirm that they still had power, that they still mattered.

Hux sighed. It was easy to look down on them, at least some of these old relics had deals with local gangs, providing the criminals with military knowledge, weapons contracts and stars knows what else in exchange for money and influence.

Whereas he was just ending up in this cantina because it was the only place where he could actually look down on others. Not like the Hutt yesterday, or the frivolous Twi’lek who had seen him as amusing at best.

Amusing… as if he wasn’t dangerous, as if he hadn’t designs in his mind that could bring death and destruction over planets. Perhaps he should take one of the many job offers the Hutts had sent his way.

Perhaps he should return to the blueprints, the circuits and the lasers. He pulled the tea egg out of the water and carefully put it on a small drip mat.

Memories of a bright red light, the stench of burned wood, melted snow and a burning heat on his face made his hand tremble slightly, a drip of tea landed on the table. Hux stared at the small spot, gulping.

No, he just couldn’t. Perhaps it was better this way? Toiling away on this hell hole planet, living from day to day until he got stabbed for a few credits or until one of his enemies found him.

Hux wrapped his hands around the tea mug, enjoying its warmth. Maybe that wouldn’t even be the worst that could happen, instead of slowly wasting away until he was like these old generals, going on about their exploits, talking about battles nobody remembered, alone, cold and bitter he could go out in a final confrontation. Looking once more his enemies in the face, sneering at them, taunting them until they freed him from his misery.

He sighed. Or was he just being dramatic? Had all that propaganda talk about heroism in the face of certain death wormed its way into his mind?

Hux checked his holo and reached out to take his tea when he heard a strangely familiar voice ring out. 

“Hey, easy there, big guy. I’m just looking for a job.”

Hux lowered his hand, down to the hidden blaster inside his jacket. He knew that voice… and it raised his hackles. He leaned back into the wall, he prefered this table because it was partly hidden by a large holo fern, enabling him to hide whenever he chose to do so.

The commotion came from the bar, slowly he leaned forward, peeking around the corner. A man with curly dark brown hair sat at the bar. The barkeep was looking grumpy as ever and said something unintelligible.

“Come on, … is not my intention,” said the dark-haired man. 

Hux listened intently to the bits and pieces he could hear. Yes, there was no doubt, the voice was familiar. He stayed hidden, pretending to check his holo as he glanced over to the bar. The man finally showed his profile as he pointed at something behind the barkeep.

Hux froze. Dameron! He quickly recuperated and leaned further back in his booth. Damn it, what the kriff was Poe Dameron doing here? There was little doubt that it was some kind of resistance operation—why else would he show up in a Cantina like the Silver Light? 

Were they looking for him? Had they finally come to make him pay for Starkiller, even though he had spied for them? Hux took a deep breath, calming himself. No, that was inane, for all they knew he had died along with Pryde.

But maybe they heard rumours that he was here, on Nar Shaddaa? What a field day Dameron must have, finding out about his nemesis who now barely scraped by with card games, idling around in dingy Cantinas and hoping that his fellow First Order officers never found out that he had betrayed the Order.

Hux pressed his lips together, peeking again at Dameron and the barkeeper. Hm, Dameron had said something about a job, so maybe he’s pretending to look for one. It stands to reason that he pretended to be a First Order officer himself, at least that’s what Hux would do. 

Dameron was very good at putting people at ease, according to his file he was a smooth operator who had the gift to get along with pretty much everybody. 

The barkeep wasn’t known for his loose lips, so the chances were high that Dameron wouldn’t get the intel he was looking for. Meaning he would come back eventually, try to worm his way into the good graces of the officers here.

Think… he had to think. Should he just ignore him and avoid the Silver Light? No, he had to find out what Dameron was up to. If he was looking for him, he needed to kill him before anybody found out where he was. And if he wasn’t looking for him… hm, that was an interesting thought.

Hux was under no illusion that there were bigger Firaxan sharks out there than him. Lunatics like General Zabor for example. Dameron was looking for something or someone and he would probably kick the hornet's nest until he got what he wanted or until somebody slit his throat.

Should he just tip off the Stormtroopers and have him killed? What if he said something that incriminated Dameron? Hux drummed his fingers on the table, grimacing. No, it was too risky. Damn it, he had to take care of him personally.

He quickly checked the knife strapped to his left wrist. He would just follow him once he left and see what he could find out. If he had learned something in all his years assassinating enemies, it always paid off not to rush things.

Too bad that he didn’t have droids or trackers he could employ. Damn it, he should have planned for this eventuality and set up a plan!

Hux took another deep breath and reached out for his tea. His hand was calm when he grabbed it and took a sip. He was alert, cold and felt ready for anything. It was different from his usual unease that had taken hold of him in the last years.

He leaned back, out of sight and listened to the voices. About half an hour later Dameron fell silent, another quick glance revealed that he was rummaging through his pockets and threw a credit stick on the counter.

Dameron was about to leave.

Hux got up, casually walking towards the exit and left the Cantina. Outside he went to a group of lowly officers who were chatting amongst themselves and were smoking cigarras. He asked them if he could have one and they offered him a thin brown cigarra. 

He lowered his head to get a light, from the corner of his eye he saw Dameron step out of the Cantina. 

It was dark enough that Dameron wouldn’t get a good look at his face, especially in that cold neon light. He thanked the officers and left, following the other man at some distance. Back in the Order he had not needed subterfuge, he had simply melted into the dark background, disappearing behind other officers until it was the right time to make himself known.

But common sense told him that he just had to keep his distance and make sure that he looked casual doing it, no hasty movements and staying calm, even if he lost him out of his sight.

#gingerrose #gerda trying stuff #armitage hux #rose tico #poe dameron #wip #unbetaed #excerpt

[ao3feed--reylo]

A New Order

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/bofBwWr

by Dr_Roslin

A year after Crait, the Bond remains firmly shut.

Rey, unaware that Kylo Ren, now Ben Solo, has defected to the Resistance after a coup, surrenders to the First Order in search of him. Ben, unaware of Rey's growing interest in the Dark, knowing only that she's missing, desperately seeks her out.

They reunite on the First Order's flagship as Supreme Leader Hux gloats.

Words: 7328, Chapters: 2/3, Language: English

Fandoms: Star Wars - All Media Types, Star Wars Sequel Trilogy

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence

Categories: F/M

Characters: Rey (Star Wars), Ben Solo | Kylo Ren, Armitage Hux

Relationships: Rey/Ben Solo | Kylo Ren

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Post-TLJ, Supreme Leader Kylo Ren, First Order Politics (Star Wars), Mutiny, Supreme Leader Armitage Hux, Aftermath of Violence, Injured Rey, Vengeful Kylo Ren, Protective Kylo Ren, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Armitage Hux Being An Asshole, Graphic depictions of violence - Freeform, Ben Solo on the Light Side, Rey Tempted by the Dark, Victory in the Grey, Force Bond (Star Wars), Reforging of the First Order, Morally Grey Reylo, Reylo HEA

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/bofBwWr

#IFTTT #ao3feed #fanfic #Star Wars #Star Wars Sequel Trilogy #Reylo #Rey #Ben Solo #Kylo Ren #AO3 #ne

[ao3feed--kylux]

The Only Way Is Down

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/Xn8zlJw

by papavanth

In the quiet of the room, it’s easy to sink into meditation, clearing his mind and connecting to the Force. He’s not sure how long he sits there, lost in his own mind, before the sound of a match hits his ears. His eyes shoot open, still staring at the grey wall. Through the helmet, he can smell the faintest hint of the burnt sulfur, and to his left, he hears a soft sigh. A cigarette, then. One of only two pleasures that Hux grants himself. Kylo, of course, is the second.

Words: 3205, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Star Wars - All Media Types, Star Wars Sequel Trilogy

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Armitage Hux, Kylo Ren

Relationships: Armitage Hux/Kylo Ren

Additional Tags: Glove Kink, Dom/sub, Blow Jobs, Dominant Armitage Hux, Submissive Kylo Ren, Kneeling, BDSM, Humiliation, Orgasm Denial

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/Xn8zlJw

#star wars: the force awakens #star wars: the last jedi #kylux #kylo ren #general hux #fanfic

[ao3feed-obikin]

The Last Jedi

read it on the AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/49708228 by Waffleykitty Luke Skywalker's peaceful and solitary existence gets upended when he encounters Rey, a young woman who shows strong signs of the Force. Her desire to learn the ways of the Jedi forces Luke to make a decision that changes their lives forever. Meanwhile, Kylo Ren and General Hux lead the First Order in an all-out assault against Leia and the Resistance for supremacy of the galaxy. Words: 3, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English Series: Part 19 of A Life of the Jedi Fandoms: Star Wars Sequel Trilogy Rating: Explicit Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death Categories: F/F, F/M, M/M Characters: Mace Windu, Plo Koon, Obi-Wan Kenobi, Shaak Ti, Depa Billaba, Ki-Adi-Mundi, Adi Gallia, Stass Allie, Saesee Tiin, Kit Fisto, Luminara Unduli, Quinlan Vos, Sar Labooda, Aayla Secura, Anakin Skywalker, Padmé Amidala, Barriss Offee, Ahsoka Tano, Caleb Dume | Kanan Jarrus, Cal Kestis, O-Mer (Star Wars), Jinx (Star Wars), Sha Koon, Petro (Star Wars), Katooni (Star Wars), Ganodi (Star Wars), Zatt (Star Wars), Gungi (Star Wars), Byph (Star Wars), Grogu | Baby Yoda, Din Djarin, Lux Bonteri, Luke Skywalker, Leia Organa, Han Solo, Chewbacca (Star Wars), Rey (Star Wars), Finn (Star Wars), Poe Dameron, Rose Tico, Paige Tico Relationships: Adi Gallia/Mace Windu, Kit Fisto/Plo Koon/Shaak Ti, Obi-Wan Kenobi/Anakin Skywalker, Depa Billaba/CC-10/994 | Grey, CC-1138 | Bacara/Ki-Adi-Mundi, Stass Allie/CC-8826 | Neyo, CC-1004 | Gree/Luminara Unduli, Clone Commander Faie/Quinlan Vos, CC-5052 | Bly/Aayla Secura, CC-2224 | Cody/CT-7567 | Rex, Lux Bonteri/Ahsoka Tano, Kanan Jarrus/Cal Kestis, Jinx/O-Mer (Star Wars), Katooni/Petro (Star Wars), Ganodi/Zatt (Star Wars), Omega (Star Wars: The Bad Batch)/Hera Syndulla, Ezra Bridger/Sabine Wren, Padmé Amidala/Original Male Character(s), Leia Organa/Han Solo, Poe Dameron/Finn, Din Djarin & Grogu | Baby Yoda Additional Tags: Movie: Star Wars: The Last Jedi, Star Wars: The Last Jedi Spoilers read it on the AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/49708228

#IFTTT #Obikin #AO3feed #Star Wars

[pioneer-over-c]

#blood #blood cw #hux #general hux #armitage hux #grey's hux tag #star wars #disney trilogy

[tessadoesstuff]

Fueled By Spite, Chapter 1

Trying Something New! Posting the fic itself here instead of just the link.

Before you click read more - this is a VERY Pro-jedi anti Kylo Ren & Admiral Hux fic. Read at your own peril.

Chapter 1 of 3

"Let me go! I'll beat his karking Shebs in!" Ponds strains against Mace's force grip to lunge at the two intruders. He's clearly determined, as even as Mace tries to keep them apart, Ponds still is almost gaining ground. Mace can feel the hatred radiating off his commander.

"See! Even now, they control your actions and take away your free will! The Jedi see you only as puppets to be controlled, flesh droids. They care about nothing an no one, their emotions as false as any of their lies-" The redheaded admiral continues again, and Ponds stops in his fight to instead just stare in shock.

"What in the sith hells?" Is what Ponds spits out in response to that, and Mace knows that he's not the only one in the room who can't believe what these intruders are sprouting. "Where do you think you have the right?" Ponds yells again, and his rage crashes again like a wave over the room. Mace rides it out - it's nothing he hadn't heard before, but it's... refreshing to have someone come to his defense like this.

“Yes! Channel that rage, use it to slaughter the ones who would hold you back! Embrace your anger!” The whiny darksider calls out to Ponds. It is perhaps the most obvious darkersider comment Mace has heard in a long time. He wishes the Sith Lord would be this obvious about being a Sith. Mace does not appreciate these attempts to do… whatever these attempts are trying to do to Ponds.

“Would you kriffing shut your karking mouth?” Ponds screeches in response, Force fluctuating with his sheer rage, and then he flawlessly executes the three sharp movements that Mace has been teaching his men to break free of a darksider’s force hold. Mace feels the impressed surprise from his fellow council members, but he is a little busy attempting to grab Ponds again as the man crosses the room towards the redheaded fascist admiral.

Help? Mace sends at Depa, who’s seated closer to Ponds now, and she manages to hook him into her own force hold, pulling him closer to her, even as Ponds takes a swing at the admiral. He isn’t close enough to land the hit, but it has the benefit of sending a look of surprise across the redhead’s face, and he steps back away from Ponds, fear spiking in the force. His darksider partner sends the admiral a look in response to his fear. The look is punctuated by equal parts distaste and pure sexual hunger, and Mace can’t stop his gut reaction of disgust to that particular situation from bleeding into the force. Given the way the force twists with discomfort from the whole council, he’s not the only one.

“That’s right, I am far more powerful than you ever will be because I allow myself to love, unlike you twisted, unfeeling, repressed Jedi!” The darksider hisses at him, and at this point, Mace is impressed that the dark-haired man can even string those words together, although Mace isn’t sure he knows what they mean. They kind of all contradict each other. Mace doesn’t respond, he just folds his hands into a platform in front of his chest and leans forward to rest his chin on his hands. He never takes his eyes off the darksider.

Never let it be said though, that Obi-Wan and his commander were not every bit the trolls that the rest of their lineage is, Mace, thinks, as Commander Cody’s response to that is to whip his helmet off, lean over, and plant a kiss straight onto Obi-Wan. Mace works very hard to keep a straight face in response to that. Obi-Wan snakes a hand around his commander’s head, pulling them closer together in a move that Mace is sure is not comfortable, but certainly looks like it’s very… involved. In total contrast to the revolting hunger of the previous interaction between the admiral and the darksider, there is a gentle underscore of respect and care in the kiss between Obi-Wan and Commander Cody, despite the obvious joke the two are making. Clearly, the darksider has different feelings, as he makes a noise of disgust and protests.

“You know that he can’t really love you. The Jedi are so blinded by their light that they can’t love. It’s become just as poisonous as the dark.” What the kark? Mace has questions. That’s just… not how the force works. The light is selfless acts, and the dark is selfishness. One is a constant battle to do the right thing and the other a blinding spiral of mistakes. Unfortunately, before Mace can do more than clear his throat to interrupt, the darksider continues. “They don’t know how to love. They hate love. They believe that love is corrosive, evil, and they will never allow themselves to feel it properly. They will never love you.”

There is a spike of pure rage, and then a crack of metal and flesh, and the whole council realizes their mistake. With Depa holding Ponds back, no one has a grip on her commander anymore. To be fair, Mace had naively assumed he could be trusted to be the responsible one. The darksider falls to the ground with one hit, and there’s a scramble by the Jedi present to grab Grey, many of them even getting out of their seats to do it by hand.

“Ren!” The admiral cries but doesn’t actually make any more to help the darksider – Ren, apparently. There’s just a burst of muffled petty satisfaction. “We’re here to help you and the galaxy be free from the Jedi’s tyranny!” He continues, and Mace will admit that at this point, it feels a little like he’s being trolled.

“Do you know what this is?” Grey responds, holding up a datapad displaying what was familiar to Mace even at this distance as a senate certified from. It was too far for Mace to make out details, but he's pretty sure he recognizes the blood-red seal that was on all of the orders that sent his men, Vode and Jedi alike, back out to another deployment. The admiral makes a decisive noise. The spike of violent intent from Grey has Shaak Ti physically lunging to catch him, but she isn’t fast enough. Grey slams the datapad across the admiral’s face, and the redhead crumples to the floor with an angry groan. “These, are the approved adoption papers that my son and I signed. My son, the Jedi Padawan.” Grey grinds out, and Mace feels a swell of love for his grandpadawan. It’s strong enough that it probably came from at least him, Depa and Grey. Mace also knows the papers are a joke. There is no legal adoption that has taken place. But the point is non the less effective.

Shaak Ti collides with Grey at what is clearly a well-calculated angle, sending them both toppling on top of the two intruders while still looking almost accidental.

“Well then. Now that we have this settled, I propose we find our guests somewhere to sleep of their… education and move onto the next item on the agenda.” Obi-Wan proposes from where he is lounging in his chair in the only way a member of his lineage could. Dramatically. Mace feels a headache building.

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A/N: This is set in my Paper Hearts modern au. You don’t need to read the main fic to understand but I do mention some things that might not make sense if you haven’t read the whole fic. If you are going to read the main fic, please read the tags and be aware that I have poured much of my own trauma, physical and mental into this fic as a sort of therapy 😅. This one shot though should be fine, just angsty. And hot. I hope.

Nice, stupidly long one shot for @writer-wednesday

Summary: It’s been 5 years since you split with your ex-husband, but recently you started dating again. You are heading to a conference for the weekend, ready to take time and reflect on your life choices away from everyone and everything, only for him to be attending the same conference.

Warnings: mention of marriage, angst, mention of past abuse (not RC), angst, fluff (maybe?) NSFW 18+ MDNI. Smut, p in v, fingering F receiving, plenty of mentions to their past, mention of infidelity. RC has a child but barely in it.

This is also terribly unbeta’d 🤣

Pairing: Armitage Hux x F!Reader

Word Count: 7.4k+ (don’t @ me ok? I have missed this au!)

The weather was awful. Thick sheets of grey fell from the sky, smearing the bright lights of London across your window but you still knew exactly where you were. This would always be a place you’d come back to no matter where you ended up. It was home.

Thankfully the heat wave had broken but did it need to break in such a dramatic and wet style? You stepped from the taxi and the umbrella flared above your head cutting through the torrential downpour, but not well enough. Water seeped into your shoes, a riverlet spilled off the curve of the umbrella, soaking your hair and trickling disgustingly down your back.

People filled the checking in area for the hotel but none of them looked as wet and bedraggled as you did.

Everyone was dressed smartly for the conference and you became highly aware of how creased your skirt was from sitting in the taxi, your shoes were wet and slippery on the smooth floor and you nearly slid to the desk when it was your turn. As soon as that card key was in your hand, your head was down and you were marching for the lift, your small suitcase trailing behind you.

Not paying attention to your surroundings you read the little booklet the receptionist had given you about the different rooms and what was happening in each one. You didn’t notice when someone stepped up beside you, patiently waiting for the lift with their own suitcase.

Your phone rang making you curse under your breath as you had to dig it out of your bag at the same time the lift doors dinged.

“Go up without me!” You huffed pressing accept on the screen. The doors didn’t close and you looked up with annoyance only for your fingers to clutch tightly round the phone and your throat to become as dry as the Sahara desert.

“Mum?” The voice sounded loud in your ear, jolting you into action.

“Yes! Yes, sweetheart I’m here.” You stepped forward and positioned yourself next to him, hoping your nervous swallowing wasn’t noticeable down the phone line. Pippa started babbling about Kat’s baby, how he had grabbed her hair and dribbled on her face. Your heart was as fast as a bird in a cage while you tried to concentrate on your daughter's excitement and not think about the cologne of the man standing in the small lift with you.

“Are you there? Is it busy? Do they put chocolate on your pillow?”

“No Pippa. They do not put chocolate on your pillow,” you glanced up to see him smiling as he watched the lights change above the doors. “Anyway be good for Aunty Kat and Uncle Poe…”

“Tell her I said hi.” You almost choked at the sound of his voice when the doors opened on your floor and you had to concentrate on walking, talking and pulling your case along.

“Your father says hello,” you turned, expecting to wave farewell but he was getting out too and you thought your heart was going to stutter and stop.

“Dad? Dad is there? Let me talk to him!” He stopped when he saw you weren’t moving, you tried not to stare into those ocean glass eyes that were permanently imprinted in your mind as you handed the phone over.

“She wants to say hi.” His fingers were warm against your own and you cleared your throat trying not to be overwhelmed by feelings. You had assumed this conference would have been a good way to take a break for a few days.

Since you’d been on a few dates with him you found yourself falling into old patterns, it was so hard not to fall back into bed with him, to let you destroy each other all over again. But you wanted this to work and now he was here. And staying in the room opposite yours.

You watched him smile at something his daughter said, his gaze alighting on you for a moment when he nodded.

“I promise Pip. All right. Let your mum talk to Kat. Bye Pip!” He handed the phone back and you gave him a quick smile already dreading what Kat was going to say.

“Is he still there? Can he hear me?” She hissed. You jumped when Hux touched your arm, almost dropping your key in the process.

“I’ll talk to you later,” he murmured.

“Ok,” you watched dumbfounded as he disappeared into his room. Of all the places. Of all the times. Of all the fucking rooms!

“Answer me bitch!” You swung your door open and immediately collapsed onto the bed.

“I’m here. He’s gone now.”

“What is happening? You didn’t tell me he was going? If you wanted a weekend away all you had to do was ask…”

“Kat! Stop! I had no idea he was going to be here. We generally don’t talk about work when we’re together.”

“What are you going to do?”

“Nothing.”

“Noth—nothing?! Listen here woman. That man is mad for you. I still don’t understand why, WHY, you insist on dragging this out.” She sighed heavily down the phone and you could hear Pippa laughing in the background. “You two need to rip the bandage off, and quickly.”

“It’s not that I don’t want to,” you told her, rolling to lay on your front and pluck at the covers. “I just feel myself slipping back into those old feelings and I don’t…that’s not where I want to be.”

“It’s going to feel like that though. It’s you and Armitage. There is no other way I can describe it. You guys had everything once, that’s where you need to get back to.”

“We can’t just flick back to those chapters in our life. It’s not that simple. And starting again is difficult with our history.” So much history, it filled the void between you and Hux like an obstacle course, one you both have to manoeuvre to meet in the middle.

“Well, just take each day as it comes then? Attend your conference and then hide in your room. Does he know your room number?”

“He’s in the room opposite.”

“Oh fuck. I feel the universe is trying to kick your arses into gear.”

“Lovely talking to you!” You said loudly, pushing off the bed.

“Oh come on, you know I’m right!”

“Say bye to Pippa for me. Love you all bye!” You cut her off and threw the phone away from you. Burying your face into the covers you screamed. This was not how you wanted this conference to go.

You ordered room service. You had spoken to Beaumont and told him you were too tired to socialise tonight and asked if he could handle it. After a shower you got dressed in your pyjamas and sat cross legged on the bed watching Eastenders, you’d got back into your soaps over the years. Something for you to do in the evenings when Pippa slept or while she was with Armitage.

You had a bottle of champagne and some crisps that you were picking at when there was a knock on your door. Glancing at your phone you saw it had only gone 8pm, if it was Beaumont you were going to tell him to bugger off. Getting up with a sigh you trudged to the door and opened it without looking through the peephole.

Your breath caught in your throat so hard you nearly choked, Hux was standing there in a grey suit, his tie was loose and the top buttons were undone. His hair had been agitated from the gel making it drift over his brow. He held a bottle of white wine and two glasses, cocking an eyebrow at your casual attire.

“Busy?” He enquired with a hint of amusement.

“Watching Eastenders, so I’m incredibly busy.” But you widened the door and stepped aside to let him pass anyway. Half of you was screaming in horror while the other half was curling up with excitement, you weren’t sure which one was going to win.

Releasing the door you walked past him to sit at the window seat. It was dark but the rain was still falling, splashing against the plane of glass as though wanting to spy on what was happening in your room. Your pulse quickened as he approached, your hand automatically reaching out for the glass he offered you. He settled next to you on the seat, leaning back and crossing his legs with a sigh.

Desperately you tried to focus on some lights below, how the rain changed their appearance with every new drop but you weren’t strong enough to resist. Your gaze wandered to him, following the line of his side profile as he stared at the ceiling.

“Is it busy downstairs?” You managed to ask, before wetting your mouth with the wine. Your favourite white, no less.

“Yes. All stuffy and boring. But your absence was noted,” he turned to look at you, making a heat roil under your skin. A sensation that was all too familiar and damaging.

“What brings the owner of First Order Publishings to a lowly conference?” He inhaled deeply, staring down into his glass.

“Well, I still haven’t found someone I trust as much as I did you. So I have to do it.” You rolled your eyes and leaned against the window to give him a knowing look.

“It’s been more than 5 years, you can’t do everything, Armitage.”

“So come back?” Pain flickered with every beat of your heart, you wanted nothing more than to go back to the company you’d worked in for most of your life. To see him everyday, to sit in your office once again, but you had broken free. You were you for the first time in your life and you didn’t want to retread your own footsteps through this new half of your life.

“Armitage…” he lifted a hand in silent apology when he saw the anguish cross over your features. Both of you sipped the wine, bathed in the light from the tv as you fought the rising tension between you. “Pippa had a project at school last week about the Romans,” you said, changing the subject.

“Ah yes. She did moan to me that you and Kat had pricked her with pins trying to get her costume to fit,” he recounted with a slight grin.

“That child fidgets!” You exclaimed, unfolding your legs to get up and get the bottle of wine. “She cannot stand still for five minutes.”

“She’ll grow out of it,” he murmured. “I was the same.”

“Sometimes I think she’s your double…” you started.

“But then you fall out of her mouth,” he finished and you beamed at him as you topped up his glass. “She really is the best of us,” he sighed.

“We’re going to be in trouble when she’s a teenager,” you commented, settling back down on the seat.

“After everything we got up to, yes we’re in serious trouble,” he moaned, lifting the glass up.

“Here’s to parents of headstrong daughters,” you said, knocking your glass against his. You could feel his eyes on your face as you took a long sip but you concentrated on the rain outside once again. Ignoring the thrumming of your body, the knock of your pulse that seemed to thread through to your fingertips.

“I should be going. Need to be up early to get a decent seat at breakfast. Care to join me?” Your brain short circuited for a moment but then you realised he was talking about breakfast and not his bed.

“Oh, yes I’m sure you’ll see me there. Can’t resist a fried egg and hash browns.” Your eyes widened when he shifted on the seat, leaning into your space and you froze.

All you could hear was the drum of your heart when his hand tentatively slid up the side of your face, his fingers tangling in the still damp strands of your hair. His pupils had blown wide, drowning out the green you knew so well. They danced over your features, noticing your parted lips as you breathed in small gasps at his feather light touch. You saw him hesitate, so you made the next move.

Your body became fluid as you moved forward, heat curled up from your stomach to coalesce in your chest. But when your lips finally touched, nothing else existed for you. He washed over you like a comforting blanket, the aroma of home and all things that were ingrained into your very soul.

The kiss was soft, both of you holding back because you knew where it would lead if you didn’t. Still you pressed into him, parting your lips so he could claim you, possess every part of you. His fingers hooked around the back of your neck and your hand lifted to hold onto his wrist. He was all you could taste, his scent was drowning you, smothering you in the most delicious way as his body leaned to rest over yours.

You could feel him between your legs as the kiss continued, your body responding to the hypnotising sensation of him. He gasped against your lips like a man starved of oxygen and you were the only source for miles, the sound of it sent your mind soaring to new heights and you chased his mouth not wanting this to end.

But he whispered your name, making your eyes flutter open and see the concentration that marked his face. He looked like he was in pain, his bottom lip dragged between his teeth and he sighed. Slowly he retreated, his scent clinging to you but his warmth left with him. Your legs fell closed in his absence, not trusting yourself to get up as you pull them up closer to you.

“Goodnight,” he told you firmly.

“Goodnight, Armitage.” He nodded, his fingertips pressing into the top of the chair that rested at the small desk in your room before turning sharply and taking his leave.

You skipped breakfast the next day, you’d barely slept and your stomach was a knot of nerves. The kiss had played on a loop in your mind. You even tried to work it out of your system with your fingers, but didn’t come close to dulling the ache you had for your ex husband. You were going to do your best to avoid him today, it wasn’t that you didn’t want to see him. It was because you did want to see him. You were here to work, and relax for a weekend, to take time to reflect on how things were going with him after a grand total of three dates. Well, that had been the plan anyway.

You text Beaumont to meet you at your room and he did, rapping smartly on the door at 7:30am sharp.

“Morning,” he began to rattle off what was available today and you tried to listen but you were highly aware the door opposite yours was Hux’s. Was he downstairs already? God, you needed another coffee, or something stronger.

Entering the lift Beaumont continued, letting you know who was here as he’d already been downstairs and one name made your entire body lock up.

“Stop…say that again?”

“Enric Pryde. He recently took over Blue Publishings.”

“Damn. All right, avoid him at all costs,” you demanded. “The man thinks he’s the king of publishing but I can assure you there’s someone else who would rival that title.” Enric fucking Pryde. Here!

The doors dinged softly and the ambiance of the restaurant reached you. The clink of cutlery on shiny white plates, rich conversation and laughter weaved through the air, the hiss of a milk frother caught your attention and you headed for it with your assistant trailing behind.

“Espresso, please.” You asked at the counter, casting your gaze round the room but you couldn’t see a shock of ginger and you began to relax a little. The smell of breakfast was amazing but all it did was successfully turn your stomach. Beaumont ordered a latte, both of you sat at an empty table to discuss what presentations you’d each take through the day.

Your name slithering from someone else’s mouth had the cup clattering down into the saucer, spilling the dregs of your espresso. You shivered from the icy fingers that voice created down your spine and you let loose a slight hysterical giggle as the old man approached, his startling blue eyes piercing and steely.

“Enric! It’s been far too long!” Beaumont sat uselessly opposite you, probably shocked into silence, the poor kid's eyes were wide as you stood up to accept a kiss on the cheek.

“I didn’t expect to see you here and under a different company name.” He tutted quietly, pursing his lips together as he studied you. “That’s a story you’re going to have to tell me over dinner.”

“Dinner?” You couldn’t keep the panicked edge out of your voice and you glanced at Beaumont.

“Tonight 6:30pm you have an invitation to dine with some of the top people in the business,” he whispered.

“My boy, she is one of the top people in the business. Shame you didn’t come to me when things fell apart. Maybe I could persuade you? Hux was a fool to let you go.”

“I didn’t exactly give him a choice in the matter,” you said sharply and Enric smiled, but it didn’t reach his cool eyes.

“We shall catch up later, my dear.” You didn’t realise your hands were shaking until you sat down again.

“You ok?” Beaumont asked and you nodded.

“Yes, but I am not looking forward to this dinner later.”

The rest of the day passed in a blur of presentations and chatting with people you knew through the business. Many of them didn’t know about the breakup of your marriage so you felt your smile was fake for most of the day. Stretching it across your face in an effort to disguise the growing frustration you had every time Hux was brought up. It had been over 5 years, didn’t people have something better to talk about?? You spied Hux once or twice during the day but he was deep in conversation with other people which allowed you to turn and head in the opposite direction. You wanted to sit down with him and talk properly. Not at a conference surrounded by so many other people who were currently all gossiping about your private life.

Finally you trudged back to your room, the weight of socialising for so long was heavy on your shoulders and you couldn’t wait to get in your room and shed some of it with a nice relaxing shower. And then do it all over again, tiptoeing around the social minefield Pryde was no doubt going to make you walk through at dinner.

The dress that you had brought with you was a simple black, chiffon material that flowed from your hips. The neckline was a deep V and you debated putting a strappy top on underneath to lessen the devastating effect of your cleavage. But you couldn’t be bothered to take it all off again. The material covered the top of your shoulders, wrapping round your waist slightly and it was plain. Just how you liked it, not wanting to draw attention, especially now Pryde was here. That man was vile, one of Brendol Hux’s best friends and you were fairly sure Pryde knew about the abuse Armitage had suffered at his friend's hands and did nothing about it.

Putting some lip gloss on in the mirror, you rolled your lips together and slipped your phone, key card and bank card into a small bag. Tugging some heels on you frowned when there was a knock at your door. Cursing softly you hobbled with one shoe on and opened the door to reveal Hux standing there in an all black suit. The top button of his black shirt was undone and had clearly gone down the more casual route while still looking impeccably smart. He smiled at the sight of you, immediately crouching down to help put your other shoe on. Heat swirled to your face as you leaned on his shoulder for balance, floundering in the smell of his cologne. One that you recognised.

“Off somewhere nice?” You asked knowing full well he was attending this damn meal, of course he was.

“I heard a lady didn’t have company to dinner, so I thought I would offer my services.”

“Jesus Christ Armitage, you sound like an escort service,” you muttered. Pushing away from him as soon as your shoe was on properly and the straps were all done up.

“Makes me wonder how you know what one would sound like.”

“I hire them all the time, didn’t you know?” You told him dismissively, picking up your bag and checking you had everything.

“Someone is feeling on edge this evening,” he commented.

“It’s just a long day and…well Pryde is going to be at dinner.” You peered up at him trying to get a read on his reaction but he kept his expression blank.

“I had expected he’d make an appearance, what with his recent expansion,” he said carefully. “He offered to buy FO.”

“Excuse me?” You rounded on him as you both paused at the lifts. “The audacity of the man!”

“He offered me a decent price,” Hux murmured, a hand in his pocket as his gaze fixed on the light above the doors.

“You considered it?” You could see the quiet contemplation on his face and you just knew he had. And why.

“I decided not to. Obviously,” he swallowed harshly, trying to quell some rising emotion. “But I did consider it.” You fell into your own thoughts as you both rode the lift in silence. For him to even contemplate selling the company was huge and if you were honest, it rocked you a little.You leaving, couldn’t have messed with him that much, surely? You felt the lift slowing down and you slipped your arm into his, looking up at him hoping he’d look your way just for a moment, but he didn’t. Just holding your hand close in the crook of his elbow, he led you into the restaurant that had been decked out for tonight’s meal. Most people from the conference would be dining here but a few had special invites into a private dining room.

Hux dropped your arm to open the door for you, checking to see if you were ready and you gave him a small nod. As soon as it opened that fake smile you thought you were done with, reappeared and you were all pleasantries as you worked the room. Pryde sought you out almost immediately, walking with you and introducing you to people you didn’t know. You tried not to show your disgust at the way he possessively put a hand on your back and you deliberately did not look at your ex husband to see his reaction.

Enric took you over to the small bar, you ordered a G&T and he ordered a whiskey on the rocks. You could see Armitage had his back to you at the moment and you were grateful he was ignoring you as much as you were him.

“So tell me, what did happen for you to leave that cushiony position?” You shrugged, desperately trying to think of something to say other than; my husband had an affair, we fell apart at the binding, I left him as broken as he left me?

“Well things happen. It just didn’t suit me anymore. I moved out of London and got my daughter into a nice school on the outskirts.”

“A daughter?” His gaze followed your line of sight, a calculating smirk curving his lips. “Interesting.”

“But what about you? I heard you’re trying to buy up every publishing business you can get your hands on.” You blinked innocently at him and the anger that sparked in his gaze died down.

“I am expanding my empire,” he gushed. “You know I could make room for someone of your talents.” A rough giggle erupted from you as he guided you to the table in the middle of the room.

“I already have a job, Enric.”

“Pish posh, darling. Minor details.” You spied Hux moving, still chatting with someone from another company as they approached the table. He didn’t even look at you as he grabbed the chair next to you, but you could see Pryde smile wickedly as your ex husband firmly planted himself beside you.

This wasn’t your ideal situation, in fact if you could be anywhere on earth right now, you’d take it. Just absolutely, anywhere. You were sure people were casting looks in your direction, gossiping about your broken marriage and forming their own, wrong, opinions. The only thing you could do was hitch your smile up and join in the conversation someone had started further down the table.

You found yourself relaxing when nothing happened, Armitage didn’t even talk to you which was fine. Perfect. You all ordered your meals and when the starter was being cleared away you dared to start enjoying yourself. Even braving a second G&T. You listened to Enric and his boasting, pretty sure your eyes had glazed over more than once but he didn’t notice, as long as you grinned and nodded in the appropriate places.

The mains arrived and for the first time Hux acknowledged you, his green eyes crinkling slightly as he smiled at your food choice.

“I knew you’d order the steak,” he murmured.

“It was the most appetising thing on the menu,” you told him with a shrug. “I bet you ordered the steak.” Sure enough, they put a steak in front of him and you couldn’t stop the self satisfied smile that graced your lips.

“Just shows you still know me better than anyone else,” he said, leaning into you slightly, his shoulder bumping yours. For a moment it seemed like no one else was at the table, it was just you and him as you gazed at each other.

“You were a fool to let her go, Hux.” Your eyes rolled slightly and Armitage tipped forward to look past you.

“I have no idea what you mean, Pryde.”

“She was the backbone of your company and you just let her walk out of the front door.”

“It doesn’t matter,” you said lightly. “And I do believe it was my choice.”

“Did you know FO turnover has decreased by 10% since you left?” Enric told you smugly and you glanced at Hux in surprise.

“Armitage, that’s a lot,” you whispered. But he acted like he hadn’t heard you, slicing into his steak and you were pretty sure he was pretending it Enric’s face.

“I tried to buy FO, see if I could turn them around.” Enric said loudly to the person next to him. Oh Jesus. You turned to tell Pryde to be quiet or distract him at least but Hux’s cutlery clattered loudly onto his plate, bringing a hush to the table.

“Enough.” He snarled. “I refused your offer, and my company's gross profit is still more than most in the country.”

“Surely now would be the time to sell, you’re on a slippery slope. One your father would have been ashamed to be on.” Armitage launched out of his seat, but you were already standing with him. Providing the barrier he so desperately needed against the idiot behind you.

“Let’s take a walk,” you mumbled, fully aware every single eye was on the pair of you. “Move, Armitage!” You hissed, pushing on his rigid body as he glared at the old man who sipped his whiskey like nothing had happened. Finally he complied, but your heart didn’t stop pounding.

His strides were long as he headed to the lifts, a hand carding through his hair in agitation. He didn’t speak, he didn’t need to. You could read him like a book. A redness flushed the tops of his ears, his footsteps were heavy as he paced, waiting for the lift. When the doors opened he turned to you but he couldn’t bring himself to meet your gaze.

“You don’t have to stay. You should go back.” His tone was sharp but he was just riding out the rush of anger at the mention of his father.

“You think I want to head back in there? If you want to be alone, fine. I just want to get in my pyjamas and watch tv.” He leaned heavily against the wall of the lift and you knew now he was silently berating himself for his outburst.

“I’m sorry if I ruined your night.” You scoffed loudly and rested your back against the wall beside him.

“Are you kidding me? They’ll be talking about this for years to come. Highlight of my weekend.”

“And there I was, thinking that kiss last night would have been the highlight,” he sighed. “I clearly need to up my game.”

“Maybe you do.” The words slipped out before you could stop them, interest flared in those pale green irises and you had to look away. Your bottom lip was sucked into your mouth, a motion you barely remember doing.

The silence between you was anything but silent. Your body seemed determined to betray you with every function. Your heart was trying to pound its way through your ribs, forcing your pulse to throb loudly. Your breathing was loud, dragging between your partly open lips and you were sure Armitage could hear every single one you took. Your insides were quivering but you kept repeating in your mind, you were going your separate ways. Hux in his room and you in your room.

The doors loomed in front of you far too quickly for your liking and you turned to face him. God, this was awkward. Your brain was melting at the sight of him, the way he looked at you sent shivers down your spine. Your hands flexed, itching to drag through that plush hair as you remembered your last encounter in a hotel.

“I’m going to get out of these shoes and put some pyjamas on,” you breathed, backing towards your door. He stepped towards you, his ocean green eyes, stormy as he came closer. “A-and then I’m going to watch some nonsense on tv.” You licked the corner of your mouth, the door was suddenly firm against your back and heat unfurled in your body as he stalked closer.

“Sounds like you have your evening all planned,” his voice was steady and light. He glanced casually toward the lifts, he still had a hand in his pocket and the other swept that little fringe of hair back. Seeing no one else was around he moved quickly. Bringing his hands up to cup your face, crowding you against the door so hard it jolted in the frame.

His lips were insistent and you let the moan slip from your throat as he explored your mouth. The kiss was intense, stealing every sense from you and awakening everything you’d worked so hard to keep buried.

“Care to change those plans?” He whispered, his voice aching with need and you nearly swooned.

“Yes,” you breathed. “New plans.” Your hand was shaking when you went into your bag to look for your key. He leaned on the door, still pressing into you so when you turned you felt everything through the thin material of your dress. He swept the hair away from your neck, his lips persistent as he kissed the exposed skin of your throat. His other hand trailed heavily down the curve of your body and your eyes closed as a strong wave of need made your legs tremble.

As soon as the door unlocked you were both tumbling through. His hands stayed on you, whirling you back round to face him as he desperately feasted on your lips before the door had even swung closed. Your hands gravitated to his hair, pulling through the rich locks of fire that you’d been thinking about all day.

He walked you backwards to the bed, your legs knocking into the frame and you broke off the kiss to crawl onto the covers. He followed, his eyes never leaving yours as he caged you beneath him.

Your legs fell open and he settled down along your body, his hand coming up to toy with your throat as he ravaged your mouth again. His hips pressed down, stroking his hard length along the apex of your thighs making you gasp wildly into his mouth.

“I’ve wanted you all fucking day,” he growled. “I’ve wanted you for weeks…years.” Both your motions slowed at his confession. He rested his forehead on yours, his eyes closed so he didn’t see the reaction on your face. Gently you ghosted a hand along the side of his face, trying not to get swept up in the ache that rose in your chest.

“It’s only ever been you,” you whispered. Hux rolled onto his side and you shifted with him. Still trailing your fingertips over his face, tracing the line of those features you had committed to memory. “Armitage…”

“I just want us to be us again,” he whispered brokenly. Your heart started to burn at the edges, the words of your story were imprinted there for all eternity no matter how hard you tried to ignore them. He was written all over you, branded into your very soul and there was no escape. You’d been resisting for far too long and it was a wonder he was even still here, trying.

“One last chance,” you murmured. His gaze magnetised to yours, a sigh fell from him and he nodded.

“One last chance,” he agreed. You moved closer, tugging his face towards you for a kiss, his hands lifted you on top of him, holding on firmly to the curve of your hips. You rocked against him, feeling the intensity of the kiss increase as your bodies took over.

His fingers deftly unzipped the back of your dress, a soft groan rumbled from him at the feel of your bare skin and you sat up to slip your arms out. The fabric pooled around your waist and his gaze devoured the sight of you sitting half naked on top of him.

His chest heaved as his hand slid shakily up your body, delicately touching your stomach and brushing the underside of your bra. Sitting still, you let him reacquaint himself with your body, holding his shoulders to steady yourself as he sat up. You slipped your hands under his jacket, sliding it carefully off his shoulders, smoothing the fabric of his shirt down as both your breaths mingled in their closeness.

He wrapped his arms around you, hauling you impossibly closer, his face buried in the crook of your neck as you returned the embrace. You ran your finger nails up and down his back, feeling the tension leave him as he sagged slightly against you.

He started to nibble the underside of your jaw, tilting your head back to allow him better access, his hand coming up to cradle the back of your head. You found yourself falling backwards and he followed, his cock straining in the confines of his trousers as he kissed his way down your body. His long fingers curled over the fabric of your dress, gently swiping it down your body until you were just in your underwear and heels.

Your eyes fluttered when he appeared back over you, the concentration on his face had you canting your hips upward slightly, wanting him to touch you where you needed him the most. You entwined your fingers in that flop of fiercely red hair, seeing his eyes half close at the sensation of you touching him.

He splayed a hand over your stomach, slowly drifting it down to stroke the inside of your thigh, his eyes watching every change that came over your face as you silently pleaded with him. Finally he swiped your core, such a teasing gesture that instantly had you gasping for more.

He trailed a finger along the line of your underwear, the tickle of it had your stomach tensing and he actually smirked. Well two could play that game. You locked gazes with him, reaching down to stroke his hard length through the fabric and he bucked softly into your touch. His own fingers pushed your underwear aside, his lips seeking out yours as he felt how wet you were for him. His teasing sent you to new heights, his fingers knew you more intimately than anyone else and he used that to his advantage. Gently pushing past your clit had you clutching at him and he exhaled abruptly against your open mouth.

He slowly dipped two fingers into your heat, your back arcing off the bed almost in relief. You cunt welcomed him, fluttering around his fingers greedily when he curled them round to find that magic bundle of nerves inside you.

Your hands moved, ripping open the fastenings for his trousers and delved into his pants, both of you panting as you palmed the heated silkiness that resided there. It had been so long since you’d touched a man, let alone this man. 5 years of desire and urgency threatened to overwhelm you, so you kept eye contact with him as you pumped his cock. Desperately trying to stay in the moment as his fingers plunged into you, dragging a cry from your chest.

Heat prickled across your body, tingling its way up your neck as your head rolled on the covers, your mouth opening as the edges of your orgasm covered your body. Your hips rolled, trying to get more friction off his hand and he let you chase that high your body craved.

Hux slotted his lips over your mouth, sucking down each cry you fed him. Your hand gripped him tightly as you pumped him faster and he made such a sinful noise it had you tipping over the edge. Mind numbing bliss exploded through your body and white spots erupted behind your tightly closed lids as you unravelled beneath him.

He left you limp and boneless on the bed as he shed himself of his shirt, kicking off his trousers, he was back on you in moments. His arms crowded you, fingers tangling in your hair as he kissed you deeply. His cock hot and heavy against your wetness, pressing in tightly against you, as though worried you were going to disappear.

Each rut of his hips had you gasping. Reaching down you tugged at his pants, rolling them down to free his cock. He hooked his fingers in yours, yanking them off with a firm pull that had the material splitting making you moan.

He held his cock, running it along your folds and coating himself in your slick, nudging your clit and sending a new wave of electricity through your body. He notched the spongy head at your entrance, his hand coming to rest next to your shoulder as he pushed into you with a soft groan. You spread your legs wider, your mind shattering at the way he stretched your cunt, filling it so perfectly, like he was made just for you. He huffed loudly, resting his forehead on your clavicle as he slowly pressed further into you.

“I’ve missed you,” he breathed, the words scorching your chest before they dissipated. You lifted his head, your eyes focussed on his pink lips needing to taste him again. He pulled himself out slowly, his cock dragging enticingly against the clenching walls of your cunt. Thrusting back into you in a single swipe, started a chain reaction neither of you could deny.

He set a relentless rhythm, pushing you to the edge of the bed as he rutted forcefully into you. So many years of pent up frustration, years of denial and unspoken words of desire came through in his actions. It made your soul ache, your heart pumped wildly as you clung to him. Your bodies melded into one, writhing together as you both gave over every single page of yourselves.

Sweat gathered on your skin, his hands sliding over you as he clutched you tightly to him, bringing your body to that point you couldn’t escape. Your nails dug into his back, your other hand raked across his scalp and you buried your teeth into his shoulder.

His name ripped from you, it was the only word you could say as he ploughed you into the bedsheets, burying you beneath him in a show of possessiveness and need.

“You’re mine,” he snarled in your ear, his hand tight at your throat and his eyes consumed every flicker of pleasure that crossed your face. “I’m yours,” he whispered. His tone breaking, revealing the sadness that he’d been carrying around all these years. “Please don’t leave me again,” he uttered heartbreakingly against your neck as his hips snapping devastatingly into your body.

Raw emotion eviscerated your insides, everything that had been behind the locked door, burst forth. Tears leaked from your eyes, your mouth was anxious as you came together in a clash of bruised lips and teeth. You wanted him, needed him with you all the time. You belonged together and now, you felt free for the first time in years. There had been a time you thought the story between you was over, but this proved it wasn’t. The pages kept turning and you never wanted them to stop.

You cried out loudly, your heightened emotions made your entire body tense up as he pounded you towards the most soul ripping orgasm you’d ever experienced. He spilled first with a noise so deep it was almost animalistic, his cock throbbing deep in the softness of your cunt as he filled you again and again. The pressure of his release pushed you towards yours and you fell completely apart underneath him.

You could feel his body over you even though you were floating, drifting in a sea of ecstasy as your body shattered and remade itself. You could feel him still thrusting into you, keeping the pleasure thrumming between you, slowly bringing you back together only to let you break apart in his arms once more.

Finally he stilled, his exhausted form was heavy and damp on top of you. His chest heaved in time with yours, his breath washing over your skin and leaving goosebumps in its wake. You didn’t want to move and break the precarious essence of peace that had settled over you both.

“Can we stay here forever?” You whispered. He let out a soft chuckle, turning his face as he snuggled against you, his cock still half hard inside you.

“I’m not moving,” he stated quietly. Your fingers picked their way through his damp hair, tugging the strands gently before letting them fall back to join the rest.

You moved a little and he tensed, his hips pressing into you slightly and you cocked an eyebrow at the sensation.

“Already?” You queried. He inhaled, groaning softly as he buried his face into you.

“That all happened far too quickly for my liking,” he muttered. “I could do it all again.” You giggled when he rolled over, pulling you with him. Sitting up, you widened your hips to sink down on him. He reached up to remove your bra, leaning forward he took your breast in his mouth, his tongue swirling suggestively over your nipple.

“Haven’t we got to be up early?” You breathed, your voice catching on the huskiness in your throat.

“My plans have changed,” he muttered as he nuzzled the column of your throat. Your hips rolled, pulling a sharp inhale from you both and his fingers splayed up the side of your neck. “I don’t plan on doing anything, other than you for the rest of the weekend.”

“Mmm that sounds so good. Much better than what I had planned for this weekend.”

“You make everything better,” your eyes closed as his lips nibbled along your bottom jaw.

“Armitage….” His name tore from you like a sinful prayer and soon you were both sinking into the pools of pleasure you’d only just escaped from. You both got lost in the feel of each other, baring your souls more than you’d ever had before and showing each other just how strong your love truly was.

The night closed in around you, the soft glow of London the only light in the room as you lay entwined together in the bed. His hand drifted lazily along your arm, lulling you into that comfortable state just before you fall asleep.

“I love you,” he whispered into the darkness. “But that phrase never feels enough.”

“I know,” you whispered back. “Because I feel the same.”

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Kylo Ren’s Journal - extract

Snoke has finally contacted me, and, predictably, he has administered me my punishment for failing the mission. I expected it, for I disappointed him. I just wish he had not exposed me to the humiliation of having witnesses.

I managed to hide the Force prophecy from the mental assault he subjected me to, though. I practised for it on my own, but I had no idea it would have actually worked— I don’t even want to start imagining what would have become of me if he’d found out.

I also have to figure out how to put to good use the knowledge I gathered on Hallion, but I am confident the Force will show me the way when the time is right.

For now, I’ll wait and see how the future unfolds.

—

Something has happened to me at the temple. I must have lost some memories: I can’t remember eye colours. Luke’s, mom’s Leia’s... Not even Snoke’s, before I saw him earlier today.

Hux has sea-foam green eyes, with circles of dark grey around the edges and pupils, and volatile, there-not-there flecks of gold radiating from the centre. Sometimes his eyes turn pale grey-blue, but it’s rare and it depends on the light. I checked thoroughly.

It feels important for some reason.

Armitage Hux’s Memoirs - extract

I heard him screaming in the throne room as I was waiting to be let in for my weekly report about Starkiller’s proceedings.

I heard him. Ren— Kylo.

Sometimes, for all his infinite power and wisdom, I struggle to understand the motives of our Supreme Leader. I’m sure his actions are the result of extensive thinking, but I hardly see the point in torturing a man weakening an objectively powerful asset such as Commander Ren is.

At any rate, Ren seems to have recovered definitively from the injuries of the mission, which is a satisfactory outcome. There have been zero casualties among the troops this week, which is even more promising.

I’m thrilled to affirm we are beyond schedule, and that the Supreme Leader is pleased with how I’m administrating his resources.

Notable: today Ren challenged me to yet another staring contest he probably thinks he has won just because I started to feel warm all over. He’s done it twice already in the span of a few days.

He got really close (again) and removed the helmet (karking thing, he did it on purpose to fluster me, I’m sure)— but I never lose, so I held his gaze and endured the provocation stoically, despite how much I wanted to kiss wipe the serious expression off from his insufferable face.

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Grey

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by Anonymous

Grey.

For as long as he could remember, everything had always been grey. Every once in a while a word would come to his mind, like rainbow, or blue, but he had nothing to… well, to match to those words. He didn’t even know where they came from, or what they meant.

Words: 3020, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Star Wars - All Media Types

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: F/M

Characters: Rey (Star Wars), Ben Solo | Kylo Ren, Snoke (Star Wars), Poe Dameron, Armitage Hux

Relationships: Rey/Ben Solo | Kylo Ren

Additional Tags: Explicit Sexual Content, Mind Control, Implied/Referenced Brainwashing, Ambiguous/Open Ending, Masturbation

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