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mylifeisactuallyamess · 3 years ago

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General Hux x Female Reader/Kylo Ren x Female Reader

A/N: I have been sitting on this chapter for so long I know @daydreamsofren is not looking forward to this one even though she’s read some of it already 😢

Warnings: Implied abuse, don’t judge Hux too harshly, Kylo knows more than he lets on. Many, many people die.

Word Count: 3195

Read Chapter 17 here on AO3.

Judging by the amount of meals you’d been served, you had been in this dank cell for two weeks. Either they didn’t know what to do with you or they had forgotten you, leaving your shivering form in the bowels of the ship to rot. No one had stopped by, everytime the door opened, hope flared that it was Hux, even Kylo but it was always just a trooper holding a tray of food or a quick trip to the shower, until today.

The troopers roughly grabbed you from the corner in your cell. You resisted until one raised his hand to strike you across the face, cowering, your eyes closed, you waited for the pain but it never came.

“Think about where we’re taking her.” You cracked your eye open to see the trooper drop his hand, the other one half body blocking you. “She may be a treasonous bitch but there’s nothing to stop the Grand Marshal from killing us if we lay a hand on her.” He stooped down and hauled you up by your arm. “She will cooperate.” You winced at the right grip he had on your arm. “Right?” You nodded slightly as hope surged through you.

Were they taking you to see Armitage?

Has some information come to light?

Maybe some evidence to help clear your name?

Your feet skimmed the floor in uneven steps as the troopers dragged you through the ship, the cuffs binding your wrists were unforgiving against your skin but you took the hurt. Your excitement grew the closer you got to the bridge, officers, admirals and lieutenants littered the corridors all speaking in hushed tones as you were dragged passed but the spark of hope burned brightly inside you. If you could just see Armitage’s face you’d know what fate awaited you.

You were thrown onto the floor at their feet, Kylo Ren had his mask on, barely casting a glance in your direction but you didn’t care about him. Your attention was solely on Armitage, his overcoat hid his body but you could see from the tension in his neck and the way he ignored the sound of you falling to the floor that this wasn’t good.

A blue holo-image of General Pryde was standing before them, a knowing smirk on his face as he cast a glance in Hux’s direction at your undignified arrival. You wanted to spit at the man’s feet, knowing what he’d done to your husband all those years ago but you didn’t dare. If only you’d known before, maybe if you survived this you could finally tell him what you really thought of him.

“We are ready, Allegiant General Pryde.” Rumbled Kylo from his mask. “You may begin.” The blue image paced to the left and he shouted an order to prime the cannon, now your gaze was drawn to the planet that loomed below you. The permanent grey clouds roiled across the surface, the rich green land and the deep blue seas hidden beneath the thick blanket of weather, but you knew it was there. This was Arkanis, your home planet, Hux’s home planet.

You flinched as Kylo moved, stepping behind Hux to haul you to your feet, the cuffs falling away to your surprise. His mask dipped to your eye level, the black sightless pits seemingly boring into your soul and you tried not to shiver at the feeling.

“Behave.” His grip on your sore wrist emphasised his command and you gave a single nod in understanding. He dragged you to stand next to Hux and you sneaked a look at your husband's face. He was wearing a blank expression, his eyes glassed over as though he was bored with this whole show but you saw the muscle twitch in his cheek, the subtle flex of his jaw and you knew he was stressed. Maybe seeing Arkanis again was enough to bring this reaction out of him, but you got the sense something else was at play here. The amount of personnel on the bridge made you slightly nervous, you’d never seen it so busy before. Mitaka stood rigidly to the side, his gaze sliding over you like you weren’t even there.

Kylo pointed and your gaze followed the line of his arm seeing another destroyer in orbit next to the Finalizer, the resurgent-class ship was facing the planet, a huge axial super-laser cannon nestled on the underbelly started to glow and your gaze flitted to the holo image of General Pryde. Horror dawned on you as soon as the word “Fire” left his mouth and without thinking your hand snatched Hux's in a tight grip. The shots flew from the gun, firing with extreme accuracy and power, penetrating the surface of your homeworld.

The reaction was slow, the wound in the crust ripped at an agonising pace from up here, debris rose high into the atmosphere, the red lava from the centre of the planet was evident through the clouds and you blinked tears out of your eyes at the sight. All those people, your people. No warning, an entire planet eradicated before you, a planet whose allegiance was to the First Order. You felt Armitage’s fingers close around yours and a slight gasp escaped you at the sensation. It felt like your entire life was being wiped before your very eyes, your history, your home, friends, family, everything that had made you was burning away.

“Isn’t it glorious?” Someone mumbled and you wanted to whip round and say something scathing but Hux’s hand tightened even more around yours in warning. You couldn’t help the soft sob that made your chest heave, your gaze pulling away from the destruction to look at your husband. The reflection of the growing fireball highlighted in his eyes, his mouth set in a hard line as he tried desperately not to react. You looked down at your feet before turning to look up at Kylo, his mask turning to see your tear stained face and you wished you could see his face. Just this once, so you could read his emotions, but all he did was tilt his head towards the spectacle that everyone else was watching with a sick sense of awe.

Memories echo at the back of your mind, the sound of the Arkanis rain on the leaves, the rippling water on the pond you had stood next to when you first met Armitage. The house you had grown up in ringing with your childhood laughter, your mother’s grave, your friend's wedding, all blown out of existence. A blinding light made you inhale sharply as the planet began to collapse, the surface in burning turmoil until it became so unstable it finally exploded. You hoped the debris that was left would knock into the ships and kill everyone but they were too far away, the shields protecting them from any that did make it and they were out of the gravitational pull of the destroyed planet.

You closed your eyes, the tears still falling unchecked as the intense light of your dying world shone through your eyelids. You went to lean against Armitage, curling your other hand around his arm to seek some comfort for you and him but he moved, his hand untangling from yours as he went to check on the status of his ship leaving you standing alone. You heard General Pryde chuckle and anger blazed through you, your eyes fixed on the smirking form and you went to take a step forward, your mouth open to unleash your fury but a pressure started in your throat making you pause. You could still breathe, but the blockage rendered you speechless, you turned your fury onto Kylo but he just regarded you coolly from the protection of his mask.

“Take her back to her cell.” He commanded with indifference. The troopers grabbed you giving you no choice but to leave, making you realise this had been a show to get to you and Armitage. To make you realise that now you had nowhere to go, no homeworld to run to, no support system to hide you, in this vast Galaxy you and your husband were now more alone than you had ever been before.

You wanted to lean on him and let him lean on you, but that would never happen. He had made up his mind about you, he had what he wanted with his position within the First Order. He never needed you, he had said as much in Canto Bight. You wondered if those words you’d heard him say held more truth than the ones that followed, that supposed declaration of love. You were shoved along the corridors, your heart flaking away with each thought, knowing that you were going to die here. No one to save you, no evidence to clear your name and hopelessness fell heavily on you. When the door to your cell closed leaving you in darkness you wept, feeling the grief of loss at everything you had ever known and the knowledge that hope was just a dream for children.

After you had been dragged away Hux had taken his leave from the bridge, highly aware of Ren’s hidden gaze on his retreating back but he didn’t care. He needed privacy. He stood in the quiet of his own quarters, his hand flexing as he remembered the way your fingers curled around it. The feel of your trembling body against his as you both watched the destruction of your home world, obliterated in moments, everything you’d both ever known eradicated in a blaze of fire. He hadn’t expected his feelings to be so strong on this, he had hated Arkanis and the awful memories it possessed for him but also it held memories he cherished. His mother, the maze where he spent most of his childhood and meeting you, who made him realise he was allowed to have a moment of happiness. A foolish, fleeting moment. Your marriage had been filled with war and he wished he had not been blindsided, this is what his father had been trying to teach him. Weakness would bring his downfall and he had fallen into that trap and not even realised. If you’d stayed on Arkanis after the wedding none of this would have happened….or maybe it would have. His wife, you would have still been on the planet, moving in the same circles and probably moved over to the Resistance a lot sooner.

And you’d be dead. But he wouldn’t have felt the love for you growing in his own chest, he wouldn’t have experienced your warmth, he wouldn’t have felt your body shiver under his. He never would have breathed in your scent, or touched your soft skin and your death would have been easier to cope with. Because he wouldn’t miss you, he wouldn’t miss what you had shown him.

His hand flexed again, the shadow of your touch still affecting him even now. He stood silently staring at the table top, his gloved fingertips gently resting on the surface lost in his swirling thoughts. You were going to die anyway, you had performed an act of treason and he couldn't save you from this, not without losing everything he had worked so desperately hard for. Was it worth it? He clearly didn’t deserve the happiness you had bestowed upon him, and now he had to make the decision if he could live with or without you. He felt anger manifest in his chest, he shouldn’t have to make this decision, if only Ren had kept his hands to himself, the petty jealousy that the oaf harboured had ruined this for him…..hadn’t it? Hux visibly deflated with a sigh, he was the one that agreed to be a suitor for you. His father had owed your father a favour and Hux had agreed to repay, so he was responsible for this, all of these events that had led…to this. He had the power to say no, he had the wealth to pay your father off but he knew it would be squandered and you’d still be left with nothing. And now….you only had your life left and he was probably going to take that too. He had lost the few people that were close to him, the Galaxy just proving his father was right yet again.

Raising you is such a waste of my time.

You are such a waste of space, a useless fool!

What are you good for boy if you can’t even carry a tray of drinks?!

You are an embarrassment!

So disappointing…

You think I would turn this project over to you? Brainless idiot, you are not worthy of the glory it would bring.

You are not worthy of anything…

You don’t deserve the life I have given you.

No one could ever love you….

But you had. Even if it was fleeting, it had been there blazing, alive, existing. And it was going to end like everything else.

A notification made the screen of his datapad light up and his gaze was drawn to it, your prisoner number leaping out at him and the decision he had to make was now upon him. He straightened, clearing his thoughts and focussing on the task at hand. He adjusted his cuff, his gloved hand brushing the material in such a simple, comforting motion and he felt everything falling away. He slipped behind the mask that had protected him all through his life, the blank face that showed nothing of his inner turmoil. The armour he placed over himself had grown impenetrable over the years and he leaned on it heavily. He was going to need it now, more than ever.

He hated it, the way your face lit up when you saw him at the door of your cell. You were huddled in the corner, your head buried in your hands, tears streaming down your face and he nearly, nearly halted this whole thing. But he couldn’t, he had no choice, the wheels were in motion, there were rules, regulations. He had to harden himself more, if anyone else under his command had performed the treason you had they would be dead already. Because that's what it was, an act of treason. You rushed to him, hushed pleas falling from your lips as you begged him not to go through with this, you were innocent, you didn’t know what you were doing even though he’d found you at a Resistance sympathisers wedding. He concentrated on the evidence and how it stacked against you, he couldn’t ignore it, he couldn’t forget the echoes of pain that clawed at his heart. You had done this, you. Betraying him, the First Order, the Supreme Leader…

You pawed at his paralysed form, tugging on his uniform with your desperate hands as he just stood there staring at the wall over your head. Finally his hands grabbed yours in a vice like grip to stop you touching him, he needed you to stop. He said your name in a deadpan voice, listing off your treasonous act followed by the sentence. Death. You were frozen, your mouth open in horror that he would go this far, that he would allow this to happen but he had no choice. You had gone against him, you had sided with the scum of the Galaxy and he would treat you as such no matter how much it obliterated his soul. The troopers moved into the cell, ripping you from his grip and he found himself holding on for just a moment, to feel your soft skin, to smell your wonderful hair. Just a moment, frozen in time so he could remember the feeling of you for the rest of his life and then you were being dragged away. Your screams echoed down the hallway but he couldn’t move, his boots were rooted to the grated floor, tears threatened to fall but he grit his teeth and fought them.

Please! Please no! Armitage! Please, please! He could not show weakness, he could not show feeling, if he did he would lose everything. But you were his everything…

He blocked out the inner voice, wishing for the first time in his life that his fathers voice would override his feelings like it always did, snapping him back onto the right path with the brutality he needed, but it didn’t come. Just your pleading screams, still echoing around him tearing pieces of him away with every screech. He finally moved to the cell door, leaning against the frame heavily as his breath left his body. He couldn’t get enough air in, he needed you. Where were you? He whispered your name, but you weren’t here and he couldn’t hear you anymore.

A shot rang out down the hallway and Hux's head snapped towards the sound.

“No….” He had to see. He stumbled forward, the corridor swimming before him and he had to use the sides to steady himself. The troopers closed the trash shoot just as he got there, Kylo Ren standing watching, making sure the task was done. Making sure you no longer existed. The pain that lanced from his heart was excruciating, making his legs give way so he fell hard to the floor drawing all their attention.

“You, take the General back to his quarters and get a medic, you, come with me.” Kylo went to turn away but the trooper just stood there staring at Hux. “Trooper! Don’t make me send you for reconditioning!” The trooper jumped and hurried to Kylo’s side leaving a struggling Hux in the arms of the other.

Kylo marched through the corridors of the Finalizer, the trooper hot on his heels. He could tell no one knew what he’d done, the other trooper he had bent to his will, he’d have no recollection of what had transpired. He could still feel the ripples through the force from Hux no matter how hard he tried to shut him out until finally a medic sedated him and the waves stopped, the force becoming still once more. Or so he thought, the chaotic energy that followed the trooper behind him was distracting but he had to focus. At the far end of the hangar TIE’s lined the bays and he paused at the stairs, the trooper nearly colliding with his back.

“Take this TIE.”

“I-I can’t fly it!” Kylo looked round seeing a pilot and called him over.

“You! FL-6194!”

“Supreme Leader?” Kylo raised his hand, feeling the pilot's mind and taking control, it was so easy bending them to his will, they were all so weak minded, so ready to obey.

“You will take this trooper and fly to these coordinates. Once you arrive at your destination you will terminate yourself.” Kylo could feel the thoughts falling into place, the settling of the mind, stripping the pilot of his panic and replacing it with purpose.

“Yes, Supreme Leader.”

“K-Kylo!”

“Go. Now.” He turned with a flare of cloak, you needed to leave. Before anyone knew what he’d done, before anyone suspected, you needed to go.

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peauxheaux · 4 years ago

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Say No To This

Pairing: First Order!Poe Dameron x Fem!Reader

Word count: ~1400

Summary: loosely based on my favorite song from Hamilton. Reader is Hux’s spouse, reluctantly taken from her home world. This hasn’t been beta-d so I’m sorry. Also this is my first ~smut~ so be gentle (that’s what’s she said). 18+ only.

You hated the First Order. Even before General Hux kidnapped you and forced you into marriage. You wanted to save your family, and if entering an unholy union was the price to pay, you’d pay it. Didn’t mean you had to like it though.

You also hated this stupid ship. Everything was so cold, just like the hearts of all the First Order. The only warm place was the nook you made for yourself in the library. You’d brought a handful of holobooks with you when you left your planet; good thing since the First Order’s idea of a library was manuals on effective killing. You liked coming here to escape your husband. Even thinking of him that way made you shudder.

You were on your way to spend time in your safe space, reading your holopad instead of watching where you were going, when you bumped into something hard. Wait, not something. SomeONE. And that someone just happened to be General Poe Dameron.

“General! I’m so sorry, I wasn’t looking where I was going. Please don’t report me,” you begged.

The man stared at you with dark eyes; you knew you were going to be in so much trouble.

“Madame Hux, I have no intention of reporting you. Armie isn’t worth my time.” You couldn’t help but glance up. Had you heard him right?

“Did... did you just call him ‘Armie?’” You couldn’t help the giggle that escaped.

Poe looks at you. “My dear, I don’t think I’ve ever heard you make that sound.”

You lowered your gaze. “That’s because I have no reason to laugh here. Sir.” You quickly added an honorific in the hopes that he wouldn’t be insulted.

Instead his eyes darkened. You didn’t have time to wonder what that meant, since your husband rounded the corner.

“Ah, there’s my lovely bride. I think we should retire for the evening and continue getting to know one another.” His eyes roamed from your head to your toes, making your insides revolt.

“I’m sorry, Armitage, I’m not feeling well. I should spend the night elsewhere so I don’t get you sick.”

Before Hux could argue Poe interjected. “She can sleep in my quarters for the night. At least you know she’ll be watched.” Hux glared at Poe but finally relented.

“Of course. I need to answer some letters anyway, and it’ll be nice to not worry whether or not my bride is trying to escape again.” At that, your captor sharply turned down the hall to your quarters and you breathed in relief as he left your sight.

That relief quickly turned to dread when you remembered you’d be spending the night in General Dameron’s quarters. You followed behind him at a distance, listening to his boots echo through the corridor.

The door hissed open and you gasped. Instead of shades of black and gray like everything else on the ship, Poe’s quarters were stark white, almost blinding.

“Your quarters are impressive, Sir,” you stammered cautiously. There. There was that look again, as if he couldn’t decide what to do with you.

“Go ahead and take the bed. I’ll be up most of the night working,” Poe said, snapping you out of your thoughts.

Sleep came rather quickly, but you were restless. Memories of your village burning danced through your dreams, being ripped from your family’s embrace by your kidnapper, begging him to let you bring a few homely comforts.

You finally opened your eyes, realizing that your body was sore from sobbing in your sleep. It was dark; surely you remember General Dameron was working. Until you heard a voice next to you.

“Trouble sleeping?” He asked, voice gravelly, and definitely more attractive than it had any right being.

“Nightmares. Not that you care, since you’re the one responsible,” you huffed.

“Careful how you speak to me, pet, you forget your place.” Ok, you definitely shouldn’t like the way he called you “pet.”

“Besides, I care more than you know,” he whispers, voice trailing off.

“Yeah, right.” You turn away from him, hoping to get a few more hours of sleep before you start another tortuous day.

Poe slides up next to you, wrapping his arm over your waist. “You don’t think I care?”

“General, I think you feel something, but I highly doubt it’s ‘care.’ I think I’m simply a pawn in whatever game you and Armitage play.” You try to scoot away but Poe has a firm grip on you.

“Y/n, I’ve watched you since you were brought on board, desired you. Don’t tell me you haven’t thought the same?” You turn back, staring into his dark eyes, the only light coming from the stars as you race through hyperspace.

“I... it doesn’t matter what I think. No matter how I feel about you, Armitage would never-“ You stop as you realize what you confessed.

“So you DO feel something…” Poe looks at you hungrily.

“I mean, I definitely feel something, but I’m pretty sure that’s all you,” oh my stars, you think. What possessed you to make a dirty joke with one of your captors?!

Poe’s eyes crinkle, a smirk forming. He leans toward you, cupping your face with his strong hands, gently pressing his lips to yours. You whimper into his mouth as he deepens the kiss.

He pushes you on your back, resting his hands just under your tunic. He looks up at you, silently asking permission.

“We shouldn’t,” you protest.

Poe looks at you with his big brown eyes, lashes fluttering.

“Tell me you don’t want this. Just say ‘no’ and I’ll stop.”

But you can’t. You try to refuse but you just can’t say no to this.

You give him a slight nod and that’s all he needs. Softly, gently, he lifts the silky material up, raising you slightly to pull it over your head. You become self conscious, and try to pull the sheets around you. Poe grabs your wrists with one hand and pins them above your head. He stares down your body, bathed in starlight, as if he were a man starved.

Poe slowly trails down your torso, caressing your soft skin. His hand hovers above your heat, waiting. You arch your body into his hand and he laughs.

“Eager, pet?” He rolls on top of you, settling between your legs, his desire evident against your thighs. Poe leisurely pushes your leggings down and the air hits your glistening core. He inserts a finger and you wantonly moan as he adds another. Your toes curl along with his fingers inside you, a race to the finish line. The tension builds but Poe removes his hand before it snaps. You groan at the loss.

“Easy, pet, just wait,” Poe purrs as he removes his pants. Your eyes widen at the site of him, ruddy and weeping. He grunts as he sinks into you. He slowly pulls out before ramming back into you. You cry out at every thrust, at how delicious he feels within you.

You feel the heat pooling in your belly as the tension builds back up. Poe’s thrusts become sloppy as he chases his own release. Soon the dam breaks, waves of fire radiate from your core. Poe feels you clench around him and he pulses inside you, a blinding light as you scream his name.

Gently Poe lifts himself off of you and plops on the bed. You turn away, wondering if this was a mistake. If so, it’s probably the greatest mistake of your life.

“I should go,” you breathe.

“Don’t,” Poe begs, his eyes pleading. “You didn’t say ‘no’ so you don’t have to leave. I… I want you to stay. You’re the only light thing in a sea of black.”

You stare at him, your mouth agape. “What of Armitage? He may not be a genius but he’s not stupid.”

Poe’s glare turns dark. “Accidents happen all the time. Stormtroopers are notorious for missing their intended targets. It would be easy to take him out and blame it on bad aim.”

You run through all the possible scenarios and risks but come up with nothing.

“Okay.”

#poe dameron #fo!poe #poe dameron x reader #poe damerson smut #star wars fanfictionn #star wars #may the fourth be with you

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let-love-run-red · 4 years ago

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Never Shall We Die - 6

This story was inspired by Beskarbabs story Thieves and Beggars

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***You were curled in the corner of the captains quarters. He wasn't Kylo, he was the captain. You were waiting for something, anything, to happen as you examined the room. You didn't know him nearly as well as you thought you did, you realized.

In the corner stood a desk, with maps strewn about it. Maps of the seas, you assumed. There was a compass sitting on one of the maps weighing down the bottom corner. At the top corner there was a quill and inkwell, holding the top of the map down. On the left side lay a large and imposing dagger.

On the walls there were more maps, charts of the stars with names of the constellations. There were shelves too, some had figurines, but most had jewelry. Many different forms, actually. There were collars of beads from Africa, bracelets made of gold mined in the Americas, silver necklaces, and more rings than you could count.

You examined a small box filled with rings. There were various designs in the box. Some were thin and elegant, others were wide, some were made of iron, gold, or silver. A select few of the rings had blood stained on the metal. You picked one out of the box, a small gold ring with silver at the edges. There was a small diamond inlaid into the gold. It was beautiful, much prettier than the chunky ring currently sitting on your finger.

You were about to try it on, only out of curiosity, when you heard the door swing open behind you. You dropped the ring, whirling around as Kylo's footsteps crossed the room. He stood in the middle of it, watching you closely.

You walked towards him boldly. He opened his mouth to speak, but before he could get the words out you slapped him across the cheek. He hardly moved as you glared up at him.

"A pirate?" You hissed. He stood stoic, giving no response to your anger.

"How could you? What happened to you Kylo! You used to be honorable!" You shouted. He said nothing.

"I did not agree to run away with a pirate! Return me to Port Royal this instant and maybe I'll talk my father into letting you live in a cell!" You continued shouting.

"I can't take you back." He said, finally speaking.

"Why not?" You demanded, turning to face him with your arms crossed in front of you. He remained silent. The only indication of his rage was his flared nostrils and clenched jaw.

"Kylo!"

"Because if you come back without harm, you'll be accused of aiding and abetting a pirate! You will be hanged, your father cannot save you. I, will be hanged. Not only for piracy, but for kidnapping the governors daughter. And lets not forget the murder of your beloved husband!" He snapped at you. You covered your mouth in shock as he continued.

"Who by the way, I recognize as dear Commodore Whiteford's son. Thank you for mentioning that information!" He yelled.

"You killed him?" You asked carefully. Until now you had hoped that, despite being a pirate captain, he wasn't a murderer. Kylo sighed, shifting his weight as he looked at you with sorrow.

"Of course I did. How else was I supposed to ensure we could be together? You're legally married, and even in Tortuga they wont wed a married woman to another man." He said. You felt tears streaming down your face as you turned away from him.

"Please understand love, I did this for you." He tried to reason.

"You did this for yourself!" You turned suddenly, pounding your fist against his chest. He let out a small puff of breath but gave no indication your blow affected him.

"You did this because you can't let me go! I should have let you swing from that noose all those years ago!" You shouted as you sobbed, fists resting on his chest. Kylo seemed taken aback by your outburst, before his expression shifted to one of anger.

"I never heard you complain every time I fucked you senseless." He hissed, taking your wrists in one hand. "Every time I made you come on my cock you begged for more. Are you just upset you were fucked by a pirate?" He hissed.

"Upset that you fell in love, with a pirate? This, (y/n), is why I never told you. I was afraid you would think less of me." He said carefully, still holding your wrists.

"I had hoped you loved me enough to look past it, especially once I risked everything to save you from your father. But I see now that I misjudged your character." He said before releasing your wrists and walking towards the door. He pulled it open, pausing to speak.

"If you wish, we'll drop you off the next time we make port. In three months." He snapped before slamming the door shut behind him. You sank to the ground beside the bed in tears, sickened by the rocking motion of the vessel.

You did love him. You'd always loved him, and always would. But your mind was conflicted. Your heard said it didn't matter, he was still Kylo, but your morals were torn. Pirates were vile, murderous filth. You had been raised to believe that. Yet now that you knew Kylo was a pirate, you still loved him.

Possibly more than you had before.

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When the sun peeked through the thick curtains over the windows in Kylo's quarters you finally awoke. You had fallen asleep in the wide bed in the corner of the room. It was surprisingly soft, the blankets were warm and you had slept well. The bed smelled like Kylo, like sea salt and spruce wood with a tinge of iron.

He hadn't entered the room that night, you assumed he hadn't slept. Maybe he would later in the day, after he kicked you out of his bed. You climbed from under the covers, swinging your feet over the edge of the bed, tentatively touching the floor with your bare feet. It was smooth with no trace of splinters. You stood on bare feet, approaching the door and opening it just a crack.

The crew buzzed around the deck of the ship. The sunlight streamed over the wood, giving it a rich chestnut color. You assumed it had been stained darker than the wood actually was. You looked up to the sails, which hung loose in the breezeless sky. You realized now they were not black, as you had thought, but a deep red.

Despite the loose sails, the ship still sliced through the water. Most likely from the rowers in the lower deck. As you looked around a tall pirate with short straw colored hair walked past. A woman, you realized.

"Ren slept with the crew last night?" She asked the shorter redheaded man walking beside her.

"Aye he did. Wonder what that new lass did to him." He muttered. You felt bad for Kylo, sleeping with the crew. You couldn't imagine it had been comfortable.

"Phasma! Hux!" Kylo boomed, "You don't earn your keep on this ship by standing around chatting!" You watched as Kylo descended the stairs next to the door, rounding the handrail/

Your heart leapt in your chest when you saw him, looking more handsome than ever. He was wearing a white cotton shirt with a deep v cut into the chest. His black breeches fit him well, tucked into the tops of his black boots. He had abandoned his wide leather belt with the cutlass and flintlock, leaving just the red sash tied around his midsection. The tails waved at his side as he walked towards the door.

You closed it and locked it quickly. You heard a heavy sigh from Kylo before he knocked gently.

"(Y/n), please." He said softly.

"The daughter of the governor will not mingle with pirates." You shouted through the door. You heard a soft chuckle from Kylo.

"You've done more than mingle love." He said. Your jaw dropped open and you turned to throw the door open.

"Please talk to me." He asked. You walked away from the door, turning your back to him and crossing your arms with your nose turned up. He walked into the room, closing the door softly behind him.

You wandered towards the desk, examining the charts laid out. The symbols made no sense to you, you didn't know how to use the tools laid with the map. You'd never learned.

"Why did you become a pirate?" You asked softly as you ran your fingers over the dried ink on the maps. Kylo let out a sigh.

"My first year on the sea, we were returning to Port Royal. We were ambushed by a pirate crew. When the fight was over, most of the crew I was with had been slaughtered. I was given the choice of being keel-hauled, or joining them."

"Why did they want you?" You asked.

"I was young. I was strong, and skilled with a sword." He explained, approaching you slowly, as though you were a deer he may startle.

"I didn't have a choice." He whispered, placing his hands gently on your biceps. You remembered suddenly the four year gap in his letters. You had dressed in mourning, assuming him dead. You supposed that he was only able to send letters again when he became captain.

"How did you become captain?" You asked. You were afraid of the answer, but you needed to hear him say it to know if you could still love him.

"I killed the old one." He said simply. He crossed around the desk to sit in the chair behind it before examining the charts. You swallowed the lump in your throat.

"You don't get to where I am without spilling blood." He said, shuffling the papers on the desk. You remained silent, processing the information. Not only was he a murderer, he was a mutineer.

"Do you know how to read these?" He asked, looking up at you. His hair fell from behind his ears, the way it did when he looked down at you while making love to you.

"No." You stated sharply.

"Then let me teach you, come sit." He said, scooting the chair back and patting his thigh.

"To turn me into a pirate?"

"To share my world with you."

You made no move to join him and he let out a sigh before pulling himself closer to the desk again. You waited for a beat.

"You're not going to kill me for refusing?" You asked. He let out a chuckle.

"I'd never raise my hand to you. Ever." He said, not bothering to divert attention away from the charts.

You warily approached him once you realized he had no intention of leaving. You looked over his shoulder at the marks he made on the map, the way he used the compass to measure distances, then at the dagger weighing down the side of the map.

A thought crossed your mind, a dark thought. You could kill him with that dagger. You could cut his throat, escape the room. Nobody would know. You could take the pistol you saw on the shelf the night before and shoot anybody who tried to stop you from taking a lifeboat. You couldn't be that far from Port Royal, or any port, for that matter.

"I wouldn't." Kylo said without breaking his staring contest with the map.

"You don't even know what I was thinking." You snapped.

"You were considering slicing my throat open with that dagger." He said flatly.

"I was not."

"It would be more of a curse to you really." He said. He set down the compass, sifting through the stack of papers absentmindedly.

"What does that mean?" You snapped.

"This dagger was on the ship when we commandeered it. The legend says it was used by a woman who killed her lover while sailing the seas. She begged for the gods to bring him back, and Anansi, the trickster god, answered her." Kylo looked up to you, then to the dagger, resting the weight of his head in the palm of his hand.

"He gave the man back, but in the form of a rotting drowned ghost. He haunted her. So she begged Anansi to take him back, but the only way she could be freed was to kill herself with the dagger. She finally did, but she was trapped with him. Anybody who kills with that dagger will be haunted by their spirit until they kill themselves with it." He said unbothered.

"Why do you keep such a dreadful thing?" You asked, taken aback. The dagger suddenly looked more sinister. Kylo picked up the dagger, giving a few test swings before twirling it around in his hand.

"It's a decent paperweight." He said with a grin. You tried to hide your smile.

"I need to take these to the navigation room, at least let me show you the ship you'll be on for the next three months." Kylo asked as he set the dagger down and stood from the chair.

"You can't spend all that time cooped up in here."

You paused for a moment before agreeing with him. He smiled, gathering a few maps from the desk and crossing the room to open the door for you. You stepped through the door, pausing to wait for him.

"Can we at least stop somewhere and find me some decent clothes?"

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@sweetth1ng, @starfishfaerie, @little-miss-mischief

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anna-pixie · 4 years ago

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my wife / poe dameron -> 2

so here is my part two to my poe’s wife fic, i really like this dynamic so i think this will be a mini series

this one got sad very fast... part three will be happier i swear <3

previous part: https://anna-pixie.tumblr.com/post/626449570141011968/a-poe-fic-where-he-just-constantly-refers-to-the

pairings: poe dameron x reader (referenced)

warnings: mentions of torture and death

*****

When you set out on your doomed mission with Rey a little over six months ago, you had planned your course of action in your head. The mission was supposed to take two days tops, you thought that was a perfect amount of time to figure out how to deal with the situation with Poe once you got back. You knew that was your opportunity to finally tell him how you felt, you and Rey had conjured up the perfect way to tell him.

Well, that was six months ago. And you’re still on your mission, technically.

You groan, scratching the back of your neck in annoyance. You thought you’d be used to the itchy black fabric of the First Order clothing by now but nope, your body still resists it. Ironic, right? Ren requested your presence in the command center an hour ago, but you’ve been staring blankly at the wall for half of that time. How did you end up here?

For five of the six months you’ve been here, you were tortured. You had been kept in a cell, in the exact same place, chained to the wall the entire time. You were starved almost to death, forced to relieve yourself in a tiny bucket, beaten, isolated. You gave up a month ago, but you’re proud of yourself for lasting that long. You’d been through hell, literally.

“Y/N, we’ve talked about this.” You’re startled by the sudden appearance of Kylo Ren in front of you, his face stony as he stands with his hands behind his back.

“I’m sorry. I got distracted.”

“You’ve been getting distracted a lot. Make it stop.” He beckons you out of the room with a simple flick of his head. You wait until he’s turned to roll your eyes, following his hulking black form.

You may have given in to the First Order to stop the unbearable torture, but that doesn’t mean you betrayed the resistance. Having Leia and Rey around you for years taught you to be almost perfect at resisting force mind probing, so you’ve been acting as an informant for the First Order for months.

Key word: acting. You have mastered the art of feeding Kylo false information when he looks through your thoughts.

You nod politely at the stormtroopers guarding the door. You can’t bare to treat them with any sort of disrespect, knowing the experience Finn went through. It breaks your heart all over again every time you think about it.

“Oh, goodie, the traitor.” General Hux greets you with smiles as per usual, you send him a sardonic smile back.

“I’m saving your ass here, I’d stop with the insults if I were you.”

“Enough.” Kylo’s deep voice cuts through the room and you quiet down instantly. You have a strange sort of respect for him, you’re not quite sure where it came from. Perhaps it’s because he was the person who came in during the periodical breaks from your torture to feed you. He was the only person you saw in those 5 months who wasn’t wearing a mask, the closest thing to humanity you could grasp.

Now, he was by no means nice to you. But he treated you with a level of respect that you appreciated.

You return to your quarters a few gruelling hours later. It is extremely mentally taxing to have to evade and fake your own thoughts all day whilst your mind is being painfully probed by your captor. You don’t fall asleep immediately though, of course not.

The thoughts keep you awake for hours, the flashbacks of the excruciating beatings, the reminders that the resistance haven’t even bothered to look for you for six months. Isn’t that funny, that you still continue to protect them despite the fact that they gave up on you the moment you were no longer useful to them.

*****

3 MONTHS EARLIER - RESISTANCE BASE.

Poe whimpers, resisting Finn’s calls for him to get out of bed. His eyes are swollen with his tears from the night before and his voice is hoarse from his desperate cries.

It took Finn and Rey a while to find him that morning, they checked his room and found his bed unmade. He was nowhere to be found. They spent hours searching around the base before it finally hit them. He must be in your room.

The door slid open with a woosh that penetrated the still air, and Finn’s face fell when he saw Poe’s figure curled up beneath your blankets. Rey broke down at the door, sobbing into her hands as Finn tried to wake Poe.

Poe doesn’t want to wake up, because he knows what today brings, and he doesn’t think he can face it.

Today is your funeral.

They searched tirelessly for 3 months, they managed to find Rey and even with her and the General’s abilities combined, they couldn’t locate you. That is, until they found your body. It had been mostly burnt, but there were DNA remnants that were unmistakably yours. Poe didn’t want to believe it at first, but he couldn’t argue with the evidence. The funeral made it real. They were going to bury your body and then you’d really be gone, for good.

The atmosphere is sombre as the base gathers for your funeral, the makeshift coffin not worthy of holding your body but it was the best that they could do.

“Y/N was a tireless soldier, an asset to the resistance and she will live on in our minds, our mission, and our hearts. She was a friend to everyone and her love is still felt even after her passing. We will defeat the first order, for Y/N.”

“For Y/N!”

“For Y/N!” The shouts of your name echo around the base as your coffin is lowered into the ground. Chewie lets out a pained groan, BB8 beeps sadly and Poe feels numb, not even able to shed a tear as he watches you leave forever.

“For Y/N,” He whispers, “My wife.” He smiles sadly, throwing the first piece of dirt onto the coffin. He can almost hear your sarcastic ‘not your wife’ remark.

Little did they know you were still very much alive, being tortured by the First Order as they mourn your death.

#poe dameron x reader #poe dameron x oc #poe x oc #poe x reader #poe imagine #poe dameron imagine #star wars imagine

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cora-vizsla · 3 years ago

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The Broken Jedi

Just The Beginning

I tried to tell myself that I was just biding my time. I would escape and find Master Skywalker. He would welcome me back and tell me how he had been searching for me the entire time. He would understand why I gave in. Living strapped to the table was going to wear my body down. He would tell me I was doing the right thing by accepting an advantage. I wanted to believe that everything would go back to the way it needed to. The way that it should be. I could go back to being a Jedi. I would help restore order to the universe.

I couldn’t get myself to see it, though. Not really.

In truth I felt guilty for breaking. I had looked Snoke in the eyes and told him yes. I told him that I would obey Kylo Ren and do what he wished of me. And for what? A shower, a bed, and some clothes?

Master Skywalker would never want me back after that. I had traded my soul for basic comforts.

The Storm Troopers dragged me back to what I thought would be a dingy cell, but instead we entered a well-lit room. There was furniture as if it were a living space along with a huge bed in the back. They dropped me to the floor and tossed a pile of clothes in front of me.

“The refresher is connected to this room. The only way out is through the door we just dragged you through, and it will be locked. Take a shower and make yourself presentable for your meeting with Lord Ren.”

They both walked out, leaving me completely helpless. I reached out and pulled the clothes to my chest. The fabric felt soft, but I wasn’t sure if that was just me being unaccustomed to anything but the table straps.

I pulled myself up with a chair that was close to me, yelling out in pain in the process. I clutched the clothes to me, almost as if they could enable me to walk across the room. I attempted one step but crashed back to the ground. I looked around, suddenly afraid that Kylo Ren was on the other end of a hidden camera. I could just see him laughing at my pain.

Did he laugh? He barely spoke if I could remember correctly. General Hux I am sure would be much more amused by my pain. Such an arrogant little ginger prick. I laughed out at my description of him, startling myself. The sound was so foreign to me.

I looked back at the chair and contemplated pulling myself back up. I felt like it was useless, though. I was just wasting energy pulling myself up just to crash back down again. I groaned and rolled my eyes when I realized that I was going to have to crawl across the room.

I was naked, bloody and bruised. Then I would be crawling across the floor. With my clothes between my teeth. I could have blown up a planet with the amount of rage I was feeling.

Once I swallowed my pride and crawled across the room, I pulled myself up in the doorway. The refresher was small enough that I was able to maneuver around holding onto what was around me. I set the clothes on the counter and dragged myself into the shower.

I groaned as the hot water washed over my body. It hurt to have the pressure on the wounds, but the heat was doing wonders for my sore muscles. I looked down at the drain and saw all the dried blood and dirt whisking away. I let the water run through my hair as I tried to work my fingers through it. It was matted, but it was almost relaxing to make it lay flat again.

My white hair had always made me stand out. Even during the time when I was a slave. No matter the circumstance, I always was complimented on it and told I was beautiful. I knew that vanity was wrong in the Jedi code, but I never had the heart to cut it off.

I looked down at my body and frowned at all the cuts and bruises. I knew that I would be littered with scars by the time they healed. I finished cleaning myself up and climbed out of the shower. I wrapped a clean towel around myself before I realized that someone else was in the room. I jumped, almost falling, but was able to catch myself.

“You couldn’t knock?”

“I could have.”

I grit my teeth as he walked out, pissed that I hadn’t heard him come into the refresher. I quickly put the clothes on that had been tossed to me. They were a pair of long black pants that hugged my legs. The shirt was long sleeved and hugged my body but had an outer part that closed almost like the clothes I wore at the academy. The material still felt soft to me, but it was putting pressure on my cuts that made it hard to focus.

I quickly pulled my hair into a long braid before limping my way a few steps past the doorway. My steps were unsteady and weak, but I was at least on my feet. He picked his head up to look at me, I think, but he still had his helmet on. I stood still, unsure of what to do.

“You will kneel.”

I tried to slowly drop to one knee, but fell much quicker than I wanted to. I stifled a grunt in pain as I tried to hold myself in that position.

“You aren’t my apprentice. You are nothing but a slave. My slave. Drop.”

I felt the words sting me as he said them.

Don’t ever kneel like that Aurora. You aren’t a slave, anymore. You are a Jedi.

I pulled my leg so I could drop to both knees. It hurt my soul to do so, but I kept reminding myself that is what I needed to do to escape. I needed to play along so I kept my eyes on his feet as he stood up and walked towards me.

“Give me your hands.”

I raised them up, almost thinking that he was going to help me to my feet. He scoffed and slapped two metal bracelets on me. They were thin metal that fused together as soon as they met my wrists. They were tight, but not any tighter than the straps I was used to. Suddenly the force left me, leaving all my senses feeling as if they were snuffed out.

“These are to ensure you don’t try to use the force. You will only have what I give you.”

I dropped my wrists onto my lap. I hadn’t even considered that they would take away my ability to feel the force.

“This is where you say yes master.”

I grit my teeth, yet again feeling humiliated.

“Yes, master.”

“This is your room. You may not leave without me. I am the only one who can open the door. Food will be brought to you as I see fit. You will always look presentable here. There are more of those outfits in your dresser and things to do your hair in the refresher.”

He stood up taller in front of me, crossing his arms over his chest while he looked down at me on the floor.

“You would be wise to remember that you aren’t a Jedi anymore. Make sure you act like you know your place. You have been given a chance to live, which you should know isn’t given to many.”

The more he spoke, the more the anger deep in my chest bubbled.

“What about the others you took?”

I felt the force grip my throat as the anger radiated off him. I winced at the pain but tried to keep myself composed.

“Mind your mouth, Jedi scum.”

“You were once a Jedi too, Ben Solo.”

“Mind your mouth.”

Even with the metallic voice, I could hear the malice in his words.

“Why should I? Why won’t you just kill me already. Once less Jedi in the world. That’s what you want isn’t it? To rid the galaxy of anything light. Rid it of anything good. Destroy anything that could possibly remind you of who you are and-”

The force slammed me even harder, holding my whole body in place. He stalked forward and grabbed my braid, yanking it upwards. I gasped at the pain but was unable to move.

“I heard you thinking about your hair in the shower. It makes you feel beautiful. It reminds you of times when you were loved and appreciated.”

I felt a shiver run down my spine as he spoke.

“You haven’t been given permission to feel beauty. You haven’t earned the right to have anything that you want. You have been given the chance to live and yet here you are being an obstinate little brat.”

He yanked my hair harder, winding it around his hand. I let out a small sob as I heard his sabre ignite.

“Now is time for the first two lessons, Aurora. One; you have NOTHING unless I give it to you.”

He brought the sabre down, slicing my long hair off in one foul swoop. He tossed the braided hair on the ground in front of me as the force dropped me, letting me smash to the ground. My now short hair fell to the sides of my face as the tears rolled down my cheeks.

“Have you learned your first lesson?”

“Y-yes.”

He knelt down in front of me and grabbed my chin roughly. He yanked my face up so I was looking at him as I continued to shake and try not to cry.

“Now learn the second. You will never feel love here. Your whole world is going to revolve around me and what I want. And I will never want to love a little slave like you.”

He roughly let go of my face as he stood back up. I wanted to curl up into a tiny ball, small enough that the universe wouldn’t even know I ever existed. He walked out of the room without a second glance.

My heart felt as if it were breaking. Master Skywalker wasn’t looking for me. I had even given into Snoke’s demands. The worst of it all; Ben was gone. He had been killed and taken over by whatever creature was wearing his skin. The man I had loved with all my heart was gone.

Eventually, I climbed across the floor and pulled myself into the bed. It was comfortable, and the blankets were warm. I knew that Snoke wanted me to feel comfort because he commanded it. I knew that I should try to resist. I even considered moving to the floor and sleeping down there. He wanted me to break, and I had.

I tried to remember the comforts I felt at the temple. I tried to remember the smiles and good times. I couldn’t though. Just the damn thing that cut off my hair and stripped my identity from me. He had ripped away anything good and light in my life, just to let the darkness surround me.

Tears stung my eyes, again, as sleep started to wash over me. I tried to will myself to get out of the bed and refuse their false hospitality. My eyes began to flutter as my body protested moving.

He had won.

XXX

I slept without dreaming for the first time in weeks. When I woke up, I felt even worse than the night before. I stayed curled up on my side, afraid to move. It felt like my entire body had been seized up in a tight grip. I tried thinking of something I needed to do, but other than breathe, I came up short. Life didn’t seem to have much meaning anymore.

Your whole world is going to revolve around me and what I want.

I shuttered at the memory of his words. I stared at my hand, trying to keep my mind off him. I had lost weight. Enough so that my hands looked sickly and frail. My nails were broken, at least those they hadn’t ripped off me. Those had almost grown back in. I ran my fingers across the sheet, almost wishing that it would hurt. I would at least know I was alive, then. I had gotten so lost in my own thoughts, that I didn’t hear anyone come in.

“I can sense that you’re awake.”

I pulled myself up, wincing in pain. Every fiber in my body was telling me to stay put, so I hesitated. He stalked forward and send me flying off the bed onto my knees. I hissed out in pain as I smashed to the floor.

“I told you to kneel.”

“I couldn’t get up.”

“You are in pain.” He sneered.

“I will be fine, Master Ren. Just not used to actually sleeping.” I snapped.

“Can you stand?”

I hesitated again. I wasn’t sure that I could, not without falling. I glanced over at the bed and gripped it with my left hand. I slowly pulled myself to my feet, leaning heavily on the bed still.

“Go in and take a shower. The heat will help.”

“I’m fine.”

“It wasn’t a request.”

“You don’t need to tell me when to bathe. I am perfectly capable of-“

I felt the force grip my throat, again. He had his hand extended as he visualized actually choking me.

“I don’t think that you actually learned your lessons last night, slave girl. Your world revolves around ME. You will do what pleases ME. Your entire existence hinges on my damn mood.”

He let go of his grip, allowing me to inhale deeply.

“You should have just killed me in the temple.”

“If it had been up to me, you would have been dead long ago.”

“You took me.”

“I’m not arguing with you, slave girl. Now go.”

I turned and head towards the shower, more out of self-preservation than anything else. I wanted to say that he didn’t scare me, but I knew that if provoked he would kill me without a second thought. I was broken, but I hadn’t completely given up yet.

After letting the hot water loosen up my muscles, I stepped out of the shower. I jumped when I realized he had followed me in. I shivered, but he acted as if he didn’t notice. He pulled one of his gloves off and ran his fingertips across the cut that ran the length of my upper chest, including my collar bone. When he touched it, I realized that it had been opened up again, so it was slightly bleeding. I winced in pain and tried to move away, but his other hand caught me, holding me in place.

“You’re weak. Standing here with cuts and bruises littering your body. Look how easy it is for me to hurt you.”

“And you don’t bleed, Master Ren.”

He stopped moving and his helmet turned towards my face.

“No.”

He wiped the blood on my skin before putting his glove back on. He exited the room quickly and without another word. I used the towel to blot at the wound, hissing in pain as I did. I had no idea what he had in mind for me, other than to make me miserable, but I had a feeling that was just the beginning.

#The Broken Jedi #jedi!oc #Jedi!Aurora #original female character #kylo ren #general hux #star wars #starwars #star wars fanart #star wars imagine

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solohux · 4 years ago

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Would you write some soft Kylux about Kylo comforting Hux after he has a really bad nightmare about losing Kylo?

There’s no real mcd at all in this fic!

Kylo’s death isn’t glorious. It isn’t deserving of one with such immense power as him, it isn’t a Knight’s honourable death. He doesn’t die on a battlefield amongst the enemies he has slaughtered or in his TIE Fighter darting through the wreckage of X-Wings. There’s no blood, no pain, not even a body, but Hux still sinks to his knees as he watches his Ren die before his own eyes. The sodden ground of the Endor moon ruins his trousers but he doesn’t care, too occupied with the feeling of his heart shattering at the scene before him.

“Don’t go,” Hux whispers in a shaking voice as tears fall, his arms clutching at Kylo’s fallen mask as though hugging it will bring his lover back.

But Kylo is gone, a traitor now wears his skin. In Ren’s once-proud place stands Ben Solo, still dressed in Kylo’s dark robes but with his helmet and lightsaber cast aside into the mud as he reaches for Skywalker and General Organa’s hands, his mother and his uncle here to bring him home. They’re both smiling at Ben takes their hands in his own, holding on tightly to them in relief, but with his back to Hux, Hux can’t see Ben’s smile too.

“Kylo, please,” Hux begs. The use of his old first name makes Ben turn around, and Hux sees a flash of Ren in those deep, brown eyes for just a moment as though begging to be saved from the smothering light of his family’s suffocating influence but Organa tugs on his hand and refocuses his attention back on them, drowning Kylo’s darkness with her light. Hux feels a stab of pain through his chest.

“Don’t look at him, Ben,” she says, using her free hand to reach up to touch his cheek. It sickens Hux to see her acting like this; a failed mother’s facade. “Don’t listen to him. Kylo Ren is dead.”

“I know,” Ben says calmly. Hux doesn’t recognise his voice anymore.

“No!” Hux grits his teeth, hugging Kylo’s helmet closer against his chest, sobbing. “No! Ren, come back, please!”

“Let’s go home, my boy, to where you belong,” Skywalker leads the way back through the dense forest, leaving Hux kneeling alone in the falling rain.

Hux can’t find the strength to yell. Everything he has is being taken away from him in the Skywalkers’ hands—literally—and he’s left with nothing but Kylo’s helmet and a broken heart. He presses his forehead down against the cold metal of the mask and cries, his body drenched in rainfall. He’ll spend an eternity here in the spot, kneeling in grief at the loss of his one true love—

“Armitage? Armitage!”

Thunder rumbles and lightning strikes above the forest, frightening Hux to his core and making him jolt to look up to the skies, expecting to find himself looking up to falling rain but instead finds Kylo’s worried eyes staring at him and the soft, comforting hum of the Finalizer’s engines. He’s sat up in his bed, eyes wide and horrified, his body twisted in the black sheets as though he’s been kicking and struggling. A warm and familiar body is pressed against his side, a comforting hand on his shoulder. It was all just a dream—

But Hux’s rapid breathing consumes his senses all of a sudden, now aware of the tears on his cheeks and the reality of his nightmare. It could happen. What if it’s happened already?

“Tidge. Tidge, come on. Breathe with me,” Kylo’s voice is saying but all Hux hears is the haunting ‘I know’ of Ben Solo.

“R-Ren?” Hux gasps, taking hold of Kylo’s hands, albeit difficultly with his own trembling and sweating hands. “Don’t go, don’t leave me—”

“No words,” Kylo shakes his head. “Not yet. Just breathe, okay? Slowly.”

But Hux can’t breathe. How can he, when this may be Ben Solo beside him and not his beloved Ren? What if the traitor has snuck into Hux’s bed and drowned Kylo in light whilst they’ve been sleeping? What if Skywalker and Organa are plotting Kylo’s death this very moment? What if—

“Tidge!” Hux holds his breath, finding a pair of rough but familiar hands on his shoulders, pressing down enough to calm him. He exhales shudderingly and blinks a fresh set of tears away onto his cheeks, doing nothing but look into the soft brown eyes of his lover. “Stop, stop thinking so loudly. It’s me, I’m here. I’m yours.”

“Ren?”

“Always,” comes Kylo’s reply, soft and warm. He moves his hands to Hux’s cheeks and holds him, both staring deep into the other’s eyes. “It was just a nightmare.”

Hux sighs in sheer relief, sniffling. He presses his hands over Kylo’s upon his cheek and holds on like their interlocking fingers are anchoring him.

“I dreamt—“

“I know,” Kylo says calmly. Hux knows that voice. “I felt your distress in my sleep. You were tossing and turning, crying out my name. I saw your dream, Hux, and it would never happen.”

“You don’t know that,” Hux closes his eyes, seeing Ben and wanting to kill him. “Ben’s family—“

“—Are not my family,” Kylo interrupts, kissing Hux on the tip of his nose. “You are my family, Hux. No one else. Ben Solo is dead, never to return. I killed him myself long ago. His family may think otherwise but they’re wrong. There’s no Light left in me, no Solo or Skywalker or Organa. Just Ren. All yours.”

Hux begins to cry again but with relief this time, throwing himself forward at Kylo to hug him, knocking them both down onto the bed. Kylo catches him and hugs him tight, enveloping Hux’s lithe form in his strong hold and shielding him from the nightmare that still lingers in his memories. With a simple call upon the Force, Kylo radiates soothing and warm feelings into his lover’s mind to calm him, content when he feels Hux’s trembling body begin to relax in his hold.

Hux sighs, safe in Kylo’s arms. The silk sheets drape themselves over them with the help of invisible hands

“Don’t leave me,” Hux can’t help but whisper as he listens to Kylo’s heartbeat, his head upon his chest.

“Never,” Kylo replies, gently kissing the top Hux’s head. “Never, Tidge.”

And Hux believes him.

#kylux #no mcd!!!#what if leia and luke put that nightmare in hux’s head to weaken him? weaken kylo?#maybe put doubt in kylo’s head about where he belongs #but lol no #kylo is evil #and hux is evil #and theyre in love and evil together

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starlightsearches · 5 years ago

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Hi please may i request a hux x reader where you’re also a general and you hear a loud bang in the room next to your office which is hux’s office. (Maybe he kicked the wall or something in frustration). You go to check all is well and step in to find him head in hands sat against the wall having a panic attack and so you help him out of it and then discuss it with him and show him some much needed affection and human connection. I love you’re writing, you’re one of my absolute favourite bloggers

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Hello sweet friend! Thank you for the kind words, and I’m sorry that this request took so much time! I kind of adapted it a bit, I hope you don’t mind 😊

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Armitage Hux x Reader

Warnings: I was feeling very angsty when I first wrote this, and I think a lot of that seeped into the story. Also discussions of a mild injury, and mentions of blood. Hope you enjoy!

As far as neighbors went, General Hux was one of the best, all things considered. You never heard him, hardly ever saw him, and you liked that just fine. It was certainly an improvement from your last assignment, before your promotion. That base had been frigid, and so damn loud, like there was never a moment of peace—especially not for you, practically running the whole damn show. While it had been a slight adjustment in the beginning, you much preferred being on the Finalizer. The work was engaging, the company was pleasant enough, and your quarters were blessedly quiet.

That’s why the shattering sound is especially jarring, and your first thought, however ridiculous, is assassination. The glass at your desk spills when you jump to your feet, and you rush to move the data pads and various items out of the way of the trailing water before running to the door and out into the hall, pounding on the general’s door furiously, only to be surprised when it actually opens.

You step inside and the darkened room, and General Hux approaches, looking very much alive and un-assassinated. He glares at you through bloodshot eyes, and for a moment you want to leave, to run away from this place and forget that you were ever here. That’s the effect his gaze has on you.

“Did you need something, general?” he says the title with a mouthful of disgust, and you pause, waiting for the words to come. There’s nothing to say, though, nothing that you could say without making yourself seem paranoid and irrational. It’s obvious that he is fine, or at least, he seems fine.

“I’m sorry for the intrusion, general, I thought I heard something,” you reply, slowly backing away to the door, hoping to escape some of the embarrassment, “I wanted to make sure that you were alright.”

“Of course I’m alright,” his voice is harsh, harsh enough to surprise you. You’ve only worked with Hux for a short amount of time, and although you knew he was upset about your appearance on this ship, he’s never been so outwardly cruel to you. Something is wrong.

You take in the scene again, noticing a few things. There’s no light on in his quarters, but General Hux is still in his uniform, despite the lateness of the hour, so he must not have been sleeping. And then there’s the way he’s standing, so stiff and guarded, with one hand behind his back. On the far side of the room, something glints.

"Is something wrong with your hand, general?" As soon as the words leave your lips, he bristles, immediately on the defensive.

"As I told you before, I am clearly fine. I’m not sure how you ran things on the Derus base, but here I expect a certain level of decorum from my fellow officers, and that includes not barging into my quarters and asking personal questions. If that isn’t something you can manage, then the Finalizer is not for you.” The words hit you like a slap to the face, like an avalanche, and you struggle to breathe under the weight of his disapproval. He’s called to mind every insecurity, every instance where you have been reminded that you’re so often out of your element here. It paralyzes you, this reminder that you don’t belong. You had been able to convince yourself that it was impostor syndrome, that the others, even Hux, appreciated your presence. Apparently you were incorrect. He continues, advancing on you like a force of nature, a little wild, full of rage.

“How can I be asked to lead if I’m not given the basic respect of privacy in my own space? If I am not given one simple courtesy, if I am treated this way-” he stops, his teeth bared, with such anger in his eyes that you flinch, After all this time in the Order, no one had talked to you like this. You knew he was angry, you knew he didn’t like the perceived slight that your presence implied, but still—he had no right to address you so angrily.

"What is wrong with you?" It's not a question you mean to ask out loud, but the words slip out anyway, and you find you don't regret them in the slightest. You had been wrong about the general before. He's not the man you thought he was, and you can't stand the idea of being around him for another minute.

You turn your back on him, turn to the door and the light of the hallway, ready to leave this place. Maybe you'd have room in yourself to regret this tomorrow, but the only thing you can feel right now is the bright sting of anger that attempts to mask your wounded pride.

The palm of his hand is slick and sticky when he grabs you by the wrist, pulling you to a stop, and you yank your arm out of his grasp, uninterested in anything else he has to say. That is, until you see the blood, visible in your periphery, staining your arm in the shape of a watery hand print. That makes you stop.

"Please," his voice breaks when he sees you hesitate, his pleas too desperate to be said face to face, "I need help."

Desperation is a language in which you are fluent, and it’s one that you can’t ignore. Your anger still swims in your chest, but you won’t turn your back on his brokenness when it so closely mirrors your own.

The door closes, the lights turn on, and you get to work, caring for him with practical efficiency: hand first, glass second. You don't allow yourself to think about the way he shakes at the contact as you bandage his palm, watching as the blood seeps through the white layers that you wrap methodically over the cut. You don't allow yourself to wonder why a man like General Hux would own and then destroy such a delicate porcelain cup, the glittering fragments scattered across the floor. You just bandage and clean and ignore. You're still hurt. You're still angry. And you still want to help him.

You finish, tossing the final shards of glass into the waste, and then turn your attention back to the general. If you hadn't figured out that something was wrong earlier, you'd definitely know now: you've never seen him sit for this long. He stares at you, looking lost, searching for guidance, but you've helped more than enough. You could leave.

A harsh sigh of surrender puffs through your nose, and you move over to his small kitchen area, searching through the drawers and cupboards at random until you find what you’re looking for.

"What are you doing?" he asks, affronted, until he sees the glasses in your hand, the bottle in the other. You set them on the table with more force than necessary, and they rattle against each other, a clinking chorus that startles you both.

"You look like you could use a drink, general," you say, pouring the amber liquid into his glass first, "and I know I could."

You're not sure how much time you spend sipping in silence, but the lower the liquid in the bottle drops, the smaller you feel, like you're shrinking inside of yourself, able to search through the caverns and hollows of your mind. You wander inside your own consciousness, but no matter where you travel, your thoughts always return to General Hux. Had he really meant it, that you didn’t belong here? Or was his anger misdirected, and you just happened to be the closest living target? You find yourself shifting in your seat, wells of sadness that you normally kept damned finding their way into the greater cavities of your thoughts. You can’t keep thinking this way; you need a distraction.

"Are you alright?" You say to Hux, the question floating to the surface, bubbling from your lips like a laugh or a sob. You watch him drain his glass again, swaying side to side to the tempo of some imaginary song, and for a moment you’re not thinking about yourself.

"No, general," he says, slurring his words but proper, as always, "I'm not." It's the answer you expected; why don't you know how to respond?

"Do you want to talk about it?" It's a stupid question—you know it's a stupid question even as you say it; your voice sounds incredulous to your own ears. You must be drunker than you thought. But you’d like to know. Despite everything, you want him to be alright. You need him to be alright. It’s difficult to admit, but you rely on him. Admire him, if you’re being brutally honest.

"Not tonight," he looks at you when he says it, his movements a sigh, and his gaze loaded with meaning, the softness in his pale green eyes consuming and powerful and defenseless. With just one look, he's rendered you speechless. You watch his hand skim over the surface of the table until it makes contact with your own, just the tips of his fingers overlapping yours. The contact is minimal, but the effect is not; you feel your face grow warmer, and not just from the drink.

"Are you alright?" he asks the question now, and you’re not sure how to give him an honest answer.

"I don't think so," you whisper the words, the pleasant drunkenness from before warping into something that splinters and cracks along your weakest points. It's been so long since you let yourself feel this way. Suddenly the feeling of his hand on yours is much more welcome, and it grounds you. You're not okay right now, but he isn't either.

"I'm glad you're here," he keeps talking, his voice calm and soothing for you, and the difference makes you laugh. You’re glad he’s here too. You don’t want to be alone.

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cummingforkylo · 5 years ago

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I was wondering, if you could write a Kylo and reader smut where he’s got the readers back like presses against his front while he’s fucking her and maybe chokes her a bit. Cause like. I need they in my life. Maybe even someone like Hux walks in on them? I really just need some rough dominant kylo smut in my life. 🤪😍 your writing is amazing by the way

Okay so I may have wrote something really long, really smutty and like...really terrible. Like...Kylo is not even kind of a good guy in this. So I mixed this request with another one: “hey!!! Love love LOVE your blog!! 😍 alsooo could you write something in which Kylo and reader are not really together but they have really really rough sex and kinda dub con but not really and the reader asks him to stop bc it’s hurting a little too much and kylo realises and starts being super soft™️ and kissing her and saying he’s sorry?” but like...god he does not say sorry and is not soft. So maybe this isn’t anything either of you want, its entirely self indulgent, annndd actually kind of personal? But it is SUPER long so you know:

Following Rating: Explicit/NSFWCW: dubcon/noncon, nasty sex, throat fuckingWord count: 2,234Prompt/summary:rough dominant Kylo, mildly obsessed reader.

Your mind was always filled with daydreams, plans, fantasies, impossible ones but you couldn’t help but indulge them. You had lived on and off Star Destroyers and other ships your whole life. You mother was a highly regarded engineer, your father, the Captain of a Dreadnaught, they were decorated veterans of the Empire and now decorated in The First Order. You were supposed to follow in their footsteps, be smart, powerful, courageously wage war agains the Resistance, but you couldn’t find that drive in you. What motivated you was the love of language, of stories, fantasies, and people. You always felt too connected with people to be part of the cold regime of the First Order. You couldn’t detach yourself the way others could, you couldn’t let go of your empathy. Your daydreams and feelings had always been a source of frustration in your parents, you were born into a good family, a good name with the chance to really make a name for yourself, they gave you all the opportunities. The best education. The best introductions. Yet, you still struggle.

You still lived in your father’s quarters on the Supremacy while you finished your schooling, but you had begun to fixate on something, The Supreme Leader. You didn’t see him often, but when you caught glimpses of him around the ship your imagination would run wild. You wondered what he was like, if he was really as hot tempered as everyone said, you wondered at how powerful he was and you tried to understand how someone so outwardly beautiful could be as dark and twisted as everyone said he was. You didn’t believe it so you did something stupid. You took to following him around the ship. You tried to stay back from him and of course, you could never go into rooms you didn’t have clearance to enter, but you lagged behind him as he walked through the halls. You listened to his hushed conversations with Generals and other leaders within the First Order.

You ever started to write about him, just little notes about the way he moved or the tilt of his head as he listened to something he didn’t like. Nothing of significance to anyone but yourself. You kept it all on your datapad, not thinking about if anyone would be able to read it. You were finishing writing something down in the hallway right after he had ducked into a door you couldn’t follow him through when the door unexpectedly opened with a blast of air. You jumped so bad you nearly dropped your datapad and you tried to step towards the wall so Kylo wouldn’t notice you but it was too late, he had stepped into your path, towering over you.

“Are you following me?” He asked, his voice filled with a dark anger.

“N-No!” You said immediately, but your voice was shaking. Kylo’s eyes darted over your face, taking you in.

“Then how come every time I turn around, I see you?” he asked, he took a step towards you, you stepped back but it didn’t do much, he was still directly in front of you. Your heart thudded in your chest hard, you had thought you had been so sneaky, you had thought no one noticed. That was obviously not the case.

“I…” You didn’t know what to say, you had no explanation. His dark brown eyes seemed black with anger and there was a spark of electricity that ran through his expression. His energy crackled with instability. It was everything that had attracted you to him in the first place. You swallowed, searching for something to say. You were at a loss though.

“Nothing to say?” he asked.

“I don’t f-follow you.” You insisted. His mouth twisted into a grimace at the lie and he lifted his hand. There was a moment where you wondered what he was doing but then he was in your mind. You felt as though your skull might crack open from the pressure. It came in waves that staggered you, you stumbled backwards again and your back in the wall. He must have followed you because as you tried to force your eyes open to look at him, he was still right in front of you. Each thought of him was pulled to the forefront of your mind, your attraction, your curiosity, your admiration, your interest, and your writing. The vice grip on your mind released in a whoosh and a gasp. You leaned forward, trying to catch your breath,

“Insolent, girl.” He snarled and his hand closed around your datapad. You lunged for it but your hand froze in the air, it tensed there, completely locked up. Panic swept through you as he looked at the datapad, scrolling through your pages of notes on…him. There were things in there that you would have never admitted to anyone. “You stupid girl, did you think I didn’t notice you lurking around me?” he asked, looking up from the datapad. He dropped it onto the ground, it didn’t smash but the screen went dark.

Kylo released the Force that had been holding you but his hand found your upper arm. His fingers closed in a vice grip reminiscent of what he had done to your mind earlier. He drags you away from the wall, across the hall to the door he had come out of. He placed his other palm against the scanner and the doors whooshed open again. He marched you inside and shoved you so hard that you lost your balance and fell to the ground in front of him.

“If you’re so obsessed with knowing the real me, why don’t I show you?” He asked, his voice had a tiny tremor in it, like he was trying to keep himself under some control.

“No, I didn’t mean-please!” You gasped but he strode up to you and grabbed the back of your head, his other hand worked on his trousers, unbuckling them with a swift precision. You found yourself in a position you had thought about a number of times.You were stiffened by fear much more now than you had been in your fantasies but at the same time, liquid excitement gathered in your belly. It made your nipples go stiff, it made your heart beat a little faster-or maybe that was the fear.

“I thought this is what you wanted, you dirty slut.” His breathing was rough, that strained lilt in his voice echoed in your mind. His hand had worked his pants down by now and the size of his cock panicked you and turned your bones to mush. “You fantasized about it, little girl. You’ve never been fucked by anyone and yet you thought about getting on your knees and pleasing my cock, haven’t you?” he asked. He didn’t need to ask, he had seen it. He had watched your fantasies in your mind. “It’s almost endearing. Your obsession.” He said. Your face was hot with embarrassment and tears welled up, making your eyes prickle and you lip tremble. You had no words.

“I didn’t-“

“Didn’t what? Want this?” His hand curled into your hair, his fingers scraped your scalp as he gathered a fistful of it. “We both know that isn’t true.” He said through a nasty chuckle. You hated that he was right. “Open your mouth before I lose patience.” He said. His fist in your hair dragged you down towards his cock, your mouth opened almost instinctually and you felt the warmth of the tip of his cock thrust into your mouth. His hips rocked forward and his cock entered your mouth, enveloped in heat and wetness. Your tongue circled his head, while your lips struggled to wrap around how thick his cock was. His hand in your hair tightened, pulling you unquestioningly forward, the tip pressed into the back of your throat. Spit filled your mouth, slipping in streams and rivulets down out of your mouth and down the sides of his cock. You gagged and tried to pull back. His hand at the back of your head an immoveable barrier, keeping you locked on his cock.

You couldn’t breath, your body screamed for release from choking on the intrusion in your throat. Your throat contracted around his cock, tears streamed out of your eyes. Kylo ripped your head back from his cock and you sucked in air finally. You nearly retched. He caught your face in his hand, pinching your cheeks between his thumb and his fingers.

“Do you think I’m as dark as everyone says I am, yet?” his deep voice rolled out of him and that sparking energy around him burned through you.

“Yes,” you managed to garble out through your spit and tears. You regretted every thought you had had about him, everything you wrote wondering if he was really as fearful as everyone said seemed so foolish now.

“I dont think you understand just yet.” He said. He shoved you down by your hair, pushing you onto all fours.

“No, no, no no!” you sobbed, realizing what he was doing you struggled forward but he caught your hips in his big hands, keeping you in place. You said no, but your body was a traitor and it was screaming yes. Kylo’s hands shoved your skirt up. It would only take a flick of his hand and he would see your shame, he would see how excited you had gotten by being used by him. Kylo must have head this in your thoughts because his hand paused in its movements,

“You’re desperate for me, aren’t you, little slut?” he asked. You whined, unable to manage something else. He knew it was true. He could see your mind. There was no use arguing, and he was going to use you even more. You wanted it and didn’t at the same time. Your cunt was throbbing with need but you remembered his size, you remembered how rough he was and ice daggers of fear spiked through you.

“You write all about me, about how you know I would make you feel good and now you can’t even manage a ‘yes sir’ ? Disgusting.” Kylo ripped your underwear down and you moaned in shame, pleasure and fear. Course leather ran over your exposed pussy, dipping into the folds. He knelt behind you, your fear and burning pleasure mounted at the same time. He pressed the head of his cock against you, running it along your slit, it grazed against your clit and you yelped at the sensitive bundle of nerves being touched without warning. Involuntarily your hips shimmed back towards his cock,

“You nasty girl. If your cunt didn’t look so inviting I wouldn’t bother giving you what you want.” He growled. You wanted to sob that it wasn’t what you wanted, that you couldn’t take his cock but you doubted it would matter to him. He shoved himself forward and the breath was kicked out of you in a gasp. He filled your whole pussy, he had buried his whole cock deep inside of you in one thrust. There was no room left for motion, you were sure of it. Pleasure, pain and a mix of desperation and distress filled your body, you felt weak and unable to move. His cock felt like it would split you in half but you could also feel how lubricated you were.

“Your cunt is so tight,” he gasped, he started to drag his cock back out, looking down at it. “You didn’t even bleed, little girl. You’re just that desperate.” He growled. Your pussy was burning with the stretch, burning with the pleasure. His cock smacked into you again, you felt garbled, uncontrollable and lost. You felt like you were unfurling underneath him, your fantasies becoming reality was too much and you were losing your mind each time he slammed into you. Each thrust sent your jerking forward. Your face pressed into the floor and he held your hips up as he rocked into you. Your breath came out in gasps or low pained moans,

“Oh…ah…Oh! No! Oh…” each thrust sent fireworks bursting under your skin, not only in a good way, not only in a burning pain. All of the above. Kylo leaned over your back, pressing his lips to your ear,

“Do you think you understand me now?” He asked. You sobbed in response. His fingers closed into your hair again and he ground your face against the floor. “Do you think I care even a iota about you? Or that you’re sobbing on my floor?” His hips hadn’t slowed, they snapped into you again and again and again.

“No!” you sobbed.

“Good job, whore. You’ve gotten one thing right.” He snarled, his hips smacked into yours over and over. Pleasure washed over you, but it was like an out of body pleasure. You could feel your own orgasm mounting. He must have heard this, “No. You don’t get to cum.” His hips sped again and the pleasure mingled with pain once again. With his hand in your hair, tugging your head back from the floor now he thrust one last time inside before ripping away, leaving your cunt dripping and clenching on air. Hot ropes of cum spilled over your back, ass and up into your hair. Kylo smacked your ass and stood up.

“Get out.” He said.

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bigmultifandomgirl · 4 years ago

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Master and the Mute Kylo Ren x reader - Chapter Two

Chapter One Chapter Three

YOUR POV

As you had spent more time on the Finlizer you slowly forgot your frustrating first morning. You had delved deep into whatever assignment was given to you and thankfully Hux had deemed it appropriate to give you more solo tasks than ones where a team was involved. He had also not engaged with you on a face to face basis which you were also extremely grateful for, you had a feeling that he resented you for causing him to be put in his place by Kylo Ren, which you understood but did not relish in.

Today was similar to how the last couple of days had passed, you had been assigned to fix a row of lighting panels that had kept malfunctioning leaving corridors in darkness apart from the subtle red glow that came from all the wiring and little red bulbs on motherboards that were lined beneath the flooring. For some reason you were really beginning to struggle, it was as if every night you would leave having made some amount of progress and then you would return the next morning to find what felt like a completely different set of wires in front of you. It was endlessly frustrating as you knew that your skills were more advanced but for some reason you just could not figure it out, you rubbed your face with frustration as you looked down at the unscrewed panels and offending wires before you.

You just could not find it in you to focus, you had a sneaky suspicion why, he had been creeping into your thoughts at night and you had been waking abruptly in the night. It was unexplainable. You had fully recovered from your encounter with the dark caped master of the force, but that did not stop your curiosity. Why could he hear you? What did it all mean? Would he do anything about it? You had heard that when a master of the force was reading your thoughts you could feel it and apparently it was shockingly painful, so why hadn't you felt anything at all? Was he trying to read your mind? If so, you had no idea his motives in doing so, you were just a mute engineer - so far down the food chain from him that it was actually laughable that he would even look in your direction.

The wires hummed as you began disconnecting certain ones and inspecting them for damage.

I wonder what else he heard from my mind? Your blood chilled as you realised that he may know things about you that not a soul on this earth knows, about your accident and your poor late parents. Could he see images in your mind? Relive memories as you thought about them? You thought to a couple of days after the accident when you first were able to stand up from the comfortable bed from which that lovely old woman had nursed you. You were completely naked as some of your skin was still sizzling in places where the explosion had burned you. You stared at your marred flesh, burns covered a large surface of your legs and arms, a lot of your torso had managed to escape the fire, but you disliked it for other reasons. Then there were the scars. Debris had been flung in all directions, as your father had similarly been an engineer there was lots of scrap metal lying around the house as he was always building something it seemed. There was always a new idea in his head that he decided to pursue on a whim. Unfortunately for you it meant your skin had been split open in many areas. Most notably your neck, there was the main scar, the deepest, the one that had stolen your ability to speak. One end started on the left side of your neck and slanted down it to where your neck met your shoulders and down to the top of your right breast. The second largest scar crossed the first near your collar bone and travelled down your arm, ending in the middle of your forearm. The third and ugliest in your eyes started on your lower left cheek, it was barely on your face but the bubbling flesh made sure it was noticed, it travelled down your neck and ended a little after it had collided with the first scar. Those were the three main scars where the flesh was raised and red, they always looked angry and as if you were boiling from the inside out. Your body was decorated with lots of smaller white scars where debris has impaled you, not as deep as the angry three but deep enough that it left a mark on you.. You remember falling to your knees and sobbing, you were unrecognisable to yourself. You were ugly, marred and alone in the world.

A small shock shot through your fingers from an exposed wire which broke you from your thoughts. Finally! This may have been causing the malfunctioning, you smiled smugly as you felt accomplished having found the fault now you could just fix it and move onto the next assignment. You reached behind you and into your tool box to find some new wire coverings, you quickly replaced the faulty covering and replaced the panel over the wires.

Satisfied with a problem finally solved, you ticked off the assignment on your data pad and decided to sit and wait for the notification of your next assignment come through while you took a break.

Pulling a flask out, your poured yourself some coffee. This was not a luxury provided by the First Order on their ships, it was something you had brought from the planet you were working on. The warm and rich taste calmed down your mind from the emotional tangent it had been on. There was no way Kylo would be able to hear you all the time, he surely has to be close for this strange connection to just transmit all your thoughts into his head. That must be why h you had not seen him in the two weeks since your first meeting. You did not know but you assumed it must be very agitating to have someone else's stream of thought filtered in with your own, especially the thoughts of a mute girl who basically has no filter as she has never had to watch her mouth/ edit her thoughts and feelings.

You let out a mute chuckle at the thought of your benign wonderings intertwined with the thoughts of the most powerful and important man in the universe.

Slowly, you felt the silence in the corridors get heavier. These corridors had been empty in the days that you had been working. These corridors were not central to the ship so even though it was strange it did not bother you. But the soft thudding of heavy boots echoing off the walls did. Who in the hell was that? Quickly, you checked your data pad to see if there was a new assignment yet so that you could move on and would not have to run into whoever those boots belonged to. For some reason your intuition did not think that it would be a harmless stromtrooper that would just walk by and completely ignore your existence. You hastily put your mug of coffee by your feet and started to gather the rest of you tools into the toolbox and then placing the toolbox into the bag that you slung over your shoulder as the footsteps got closer and louder. Your lovely smooth silence was being disturbed and so your mood had instantly been dampened despite the mug of heaven you retrieved from the floor. You stopped to realise that your years of isolation due to being mute had made you hate interacting with people. Your stomach wobbled with your little laugh at how absurd you were when the boots rounded the corner and your breath got stuck in your throat again.

Him.

He was taking long strides towards you, mask obscuring his face, he was a predator who was stalking his prey and all you could to was stare and admire how powerful he looked with his cape billowing elegantly behind him. You realised that he was definitely close enough to hear you now so you tried your best to push him out of your thoughts and instead focused on the dark brown liquid in your mug. His steps continued towards you and you began to feel his presence.

Silence again was restored and you felt yourself relax even though now he was stood right in front of you. You were not sure what he wanted and even less sure if you were willing to find out.

"Are you afraid of me?" The mechanical voice asks and you raise your eyes to stare into his helmet where his eyes would be. What colour are they? You wondered and then snapped back to thinking about the cooling coffee in your hands.

"All you have to do is think the answer, I can hear all your thoughts. Ever since you arrived on this ship I've heard you and I cannot understand why, and yes it is extremely frustrating. Do you have a connection to the force? Are we related? Did you know about our bond?"

Your mind stilled with no effort after his bombardment of questions: a connection to the force, related a BOND?? You sobered yourself up and looked back into the helmet.

I have no idea, you answered. No-one has ever heard my thoughts, I have no-one, I am pretty sure we are not related Prince and a bond are you mad? You and I? A Master of the force, a Prince, a Knight and a stupid mute? You must be insane. You sneered and the silence from Kylo's helmet made you more uneasy by the second, you realised the mistake you had made and reminded yourself of who you were actually talking to.

A sigh came from the helmet in front of you. He was hesitant. You felt it, it was unmistakeable.

"That's fine we'll figure that out later. Are. You. Afraid. Of. Me?" he spoke quickly and then offered the question much slower. More deliberate. This was the most important question to him and the one you had evaded successfully until this moment.

Were you afraid of him? His helmet did not help that was for sure. The whole mask and cape get up was powerful and almost demanded respect and fear from anyone who was to gaze upon it.

There was a small hiss and a click from above you and a loud clang as something heavy hit the ground near your feet.

"Don't forget that I can hear everything you are saying even if you are not aiming it at me." his raw voice mumbled. No longer edited or amplified by the voice modulator, his voice was as smooth has honey and as deep as a wealthy man's pocket and as rich as chocolate you had once tried from a trader. You almost swooned at the sound of his voice addressing you, it gave you courage.

"Look at me and tell me if you are afraid."

You obediently raised your eyes to gaze upon his face. He was human much to your surprise, you were convinced he was some type of monster the way he powerfully commanded his armies and the way he ruthlessly disposed of his enemies as if they were nothing but annoying flies buzzing around him. The first thing you noticed was his dark locks which framed his face handsomely and curled in such a way that you fought the urge to reach up and run your fingers through them. Somehow you knew that Kylo would not have been too happy with such a familiar act. You had heard that very few people saw him without the helmet and so you understood that this was a strange occurrence for him. You quickly moved onto his strong aquiline nose, it made his whole face look strong and confident as his e=height enabled him to look down it upon anyone who he wished to make feel small. Then there were his eyes, the deepest brown that you had ever seen, but as you looked into his eyes you realised that he was doing the same to you which made you feel uncomfortable and so you swiftly moved your gaze further down to his lips which were plump and pink, you were almost envious of how beautiful he was. It was almost scary that this was the face that all the storied said had committed atrocious acts that would remain in people’s nightmares for decades to come.

He was handsome, intimidating but handsome. You were not afraid of the man who stood before you.

No. You thought as you finally raised your eyes to meet his own again.

You observed what you thought was a small smile grace his pretty lips but it was gone too quickly for you to be definite about its existence. You waited patiently for what he was going to do next, still looking into his eyes steadily.

“I need to know about our connection before it becomes too much of a distraction from my duties. Then I'll decide what to do with you."

Fear struck through you like lightening at his words and you worked hard to not let him notice where your mind was going.

Your thoughts were broken when the large man bent down and picked his helmet off the floor and placed it back on his head, you secretly hated that you could no longer see his soft locks of hair or his deep eyes which seemed to stun you still every time they met yours. You let out a soft sigh and watched him to see what he would do next after fiddling with the latches on his helmet.

"Where do you stay?"

You weren't sure exactly how to explain where you were staying as you still relied heavily on the data pad map to manoeuvre around the ship. I can take you there? You offered as it was the only way you could see of effectively letting him know where you were staying, after all you were not going to say no to him, he was a great commander. As you had said before, you were practically at the bottom of the food chain, a small helpless creature and he, he was at the top a predator who was powerful and dangerous. There was no point in denying him anything if you valued your life.

He gave a small nod to you and so you turned and reached for your data pad from out of your bag and brought up the map, you thought it may be quicker if he saw it and led you there, after all this was his ship and you were still getting lost in it every day. You turned to face his stoic helmet again and raised your hand to him which held the data pad, he responded by gently taking it from your hands, his leather-covered fingers brushing yours in the exchange which sent shivers down your spine which you prayed he didn't notice. He scanned over the data pad screen, made a tiny nod and handed it back to you.

"Follow" he commanded and you were not about to disobey the demanding modulated voice.

He started his long strides down the corridor and you were left to follow, he did not look back to check, he just assumed you would be there. You had to jog slightly to keep up with his long strides but he did not seem to notice, your heart was thumping harder in your chest as you realised he was going to see your living quarters. They really were not much. You had unpacked what little you owned and had decorated the walls with pictures of your favourite places. Nothing sentimental of your parents was left after the explosion and so all you were left with were memories and because there were no other people in your life the pictures were all landscapes, you didn't mind but were worried about what he would think about you when he saw them. I mean he could hear your thoughts but you weren't sure if he could see images that you conjured or feel emotions that overtook you. This uncertainty reminded you that he was only a few strides ahead of you and you quickly got your thoughts in line and made you mind blank. simply concentrating on the walls of the halls, trying to pull out any distinct feature that you had seen before. Trying to commit this ship to memory was a hard task.

He stopped in front of a corridor full of doors and you passed him and went straight to yours, smoothly putting in the pass code which allowed you to enter. You could feel his presence behind you as you did so, when the door slid open you stepped inside and then made way for Kylo to make his way in behind you.

You silently watched as he surveyed your room, you could not tell his reaction as his face was still covered by the helmet until you saw him reach up and heard the hiss and the lick of it releasing his head. He turned his piercing gaze to you and your heard almost stopped. He took steps towards you and you breath hitched as you were yet again stunned by his beauty, suddenly it was too hot where you stood but you were paralyzed where you stood - you were sure he was not even using the force on you. All you could do was watch his body as it moved towards you, you imagined how powerful his body was underneath all the layers of armour, you couldn't help but wonder what it looked like, what it would feel like under your fingers. You had never been paid this much attention to by a man and it was making you forget how to act. You were sure that your face was flushed which would tell Kylo all he needed to know if he hadn't already heard.

He was ight in front of you, warm breath fanning your face until he dipped his head by your ear. His breath down your neck made you shake and you felt one of his hands on your arm steady you as he nipped at you ear and you very almost fell.

"I did hear it my darling." he whispered lowly into your ear.

And then he was gone, a smug smirk on his lips as he clicked his helmet back on. He turned his head as he was in your doorway.

"I'll be back for you tomorrow." he promised and with a swish of cape he disappeared down the corridor. It was all you could do to fall on your bed and try and catch your breath, that small encounter was enough to arouse you and it scared you how readily you reacted to him.

THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR READING <3. I have had such good response fom part one in only a few days, other pieces of my writing have not been reacted to as well, so thank you so much it means a lot to me. Here is part two, longer and hopefully better :) Feedback is appreciated. Love you all, stay safe xx

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mattmurdocksscars · 5 years ago

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Miscommunication Ch. 9

I am so so sorry that I got so behind on this. But hopefully this chapter makes up for it. You got some smut and a cliffhanger 😈

Word Count: 2069

Warnings: Language, smut, 18+

Pairing: First Order!Poe x Fem!Reader

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{Prev Chap.} {Chap. 1}

Your life settles into an interesting routine as the next few weeks pass. Kylo and Hux are still having their dispute and you and Dameron watch it all in amusement. Hux attempted to force Dameron to stop spending time with you and the Captain had merely laughed in his General’s face. Kylo was still convinced that Hux was the one who had been sabotaging your missions, but you actually disagreed. Hux was a weasel but this didn’t fit him at all. Plus, you’d saved the ginger haired man a few times and you knew that he wasn’t liable to forget. Still, Kylo essentially grounded you to be safe and so your days were spent in your office.

Your nights, however, were spent in either yours or Dameron’s room. You were still trying to get used to not only being wanted by someone, but also by someone who enjoyed being seen with you. Dameron had no qualms with people seeing the two of you together and greatly enjoyed your shock when he displayed affection in public. The first time he had smacked your ass in the hallways, you had whipped around, ready to chew someone out, only to find Poe looking at you with a smirk. He had immediately pulled you back against him, mouth to your ear, and quietly whispered everything he planned to do to you that night. While you normally didn’t blush easily, you were red faced when he slipped away from you, disappearing down the hall. You’d thought about it all day and by the time he showed up in your room that night, you had practically jumped him. You hadn’t been able to walk straight the next day, but there were definitely no complaints from you.

It quickly turned into a game. Who could rile the other up more? Dameron was very good at getting you going, but you were better. The man was always ready to go as it was and your teasing just cranked his libido up to eleven. It was intoxicating to be so wanted by someone and while you would never admit it, you were quickly falling for the Captain. Getting to spend so much time with him was certainly accelerating the process and when Kylo finally pulls you aside to give you a mission, you nearly jump at the chance. Taking some time away may do you some good. The insecure part of you was worried that if Dameron wasn’t around you constantly, he would lose interest but you would rather find that out now, rather than later. So, you immediately accepted the mission, listening as Kylo explained it to you and reminded you to be extra cautious. He wanted you to leave as soon as you’d had a chance to look over the information on your datapad, so you left his office and headed for yours.

You were almost back to your office when you passed by Dameron’s. You paused outside the door and considered going on. So far, you had yet to enter his office, not having a reason to. Yet, with how soon you would have to leave, you wanted to at least let him know. You hesitated a moment before stepping up the door and knocking. A sharp come in was called and you couldn’t help the slight smirk that rose. He sounded like he was in a bad mood, but you had a feeling you would be able to change that.

The door opened with a snick and you stepped through. Dameron never looked up as you entered, likely thinking you were one of the troopers or a pilot which gave you a minute to look him over. His dark hair was mussed, as if he’d been running his hands through it repeatedly. A sure sign he was stressed, and you wondered if telling him you were leaving for a bit would really be a good idea. Leaving without saying anything wasn’t an option though, so you quietly cleared your throat to gain his attention. His head immediately snapped up, annoyance on his face, before he realized it was you. Immediately, most of the stress left his visage and his gaze changed to curiosity.

“What are you doing here, sweetness?” You smile and walk to stand across the desk from him.

“It would appear Kylo is releasing me back into the galaxy. He’s got a mission for me and I leave as soon as I’m prepped.” You told him. As you thought, his brow furrowed and his jaw set at the news. With a soft sigh, you rounded the desk and brought yourself in between him and the desk, leaning back on it. It forced him to look up at you and you reached a hand forward to carefully smooth out his furrowed brow. You cupped his face with your hand, and he leaned slightly into the touch, just watching you. He would never even consider asking you not to go but you knew he didn’t like the thought that there was still someone out there sabotaging your missions.

“How long will you be gone?” You trace a finger over his lips and his tongue darts out to taste your skin. Both of your gazes darken, and you find yourself grateful that you have no set time to leave.

“Hopefully, no more than a few days. Think you can survive that long without me, love?” He rolled his eyes at your teasing and you laughed. In one swift movement, he stands. His form crowds you against the desk, his hands settling on your hips. Dark eyes search your face for a moment before he leans in, kissing you deeply. You return it with equal enthusiasm, one of your hands tugging on the curls at his nape. He groans, pulling away with a nip to your bottom lip.

“How long until you leave?” You smirk, leaning up to kiss and suck at his neck. He hisses, his grip tightening on your hips.

“Long enough.” That’s all he needs to hear, and he lifts you with ease, settling you on his desk. He nudges your knees apart and nestles into the juncture of your thighs. He kisses you again, his hands flying to your clothes. He undresses you easily, your shirt and bra being whipped off quickly. He takes your pants and underwear off in one go, kneeling between your legs and pressing open-mouthed kisses to your thighs. Your breath hitches as he brings his mouth to your core, licking a solid stripe up your folds before circling your clit. Your eyes slide close at his ministrations, but he immediately stops, tutting at you.

“You know the rules, sweetness.” You whine but force your eyes to open. As soon as your gaze is back on him, Poe dives back in. His tongue delves into your heat and he brings a hand up so he can circle your clit with his thumb. You’re practically begging for your release as he winds you higher and higher, but he pulls away just before you tumble over.

“Poeeee.” You whine but he just grins, pressing a kiss to your thigh before standing back up.

“You’re about to be gone for at least a few days, sweetness. The only way you’re cumming is on my cock.” His hands move to undo his belt, his eyes raking over your figure. “Bend over the desk, sweetness.”

A slow smirk rises at his demand and you eagerly slip off the desk, doing as told. You hear his belt jangle as he undoes it and you bite your lip in anticipation. There’s something so heady about being completely bare to him and you moan when he nestles against you, the head of his cock pressing against you. You wiggle your hips, but he lands a smart smack to your ass.

“Be still, baby girl.” You pout, even though he can’t see it, but cease your movements. You’re rewarded by him sliding into your cunt, Poe not stopping until he’s fully seated in you. He holds there, groaning out an expletive and brings a hand to grasp the back of your neck. His fingers flex against your skin and you whimper.

“Poe, please. Please move, Sir.” At the title, he pulls out and thrusts roughly back into you. He sets a brutal pace against you, almost fucking you through the desk. There will be bruises on your hips from where they’re being pressed into the wood, but you can’t find it in you to care. Poe’s hand slips from the back of your neck around to the front and he applies enough pressure to limit your air supply. You manage a moan at his actions, and you hear him groan as your pussy flutters around him.

“Fuck, baby girl. Gonna fuck you so good that you feel me the whole time you’re gone.” You’re careening towards your climax and it takes everything to stave it off.

“Please can I- fuck, can I cum, Sir?”

“No, baby, not yet. You can wait on me, can’t you, sweetness?” You sob at his words but nod. “Good girl. Just a bit more.”

He gets in a few more thrusts before he suddenly pulls out and you whimper at the loss. He pulls you up, turns you, and sets you down on his desk. He brings a hand up to cup your face as he slides back in and he slips his thumb into your mouth when it falls open. Through lidded eyes you watch him, sucking on his thumb and pulling a groan from the man. He looks unhinged as he returns to fucking you, his free hand gripping tightly to your hip.

“Wanna see your pretty face when you cum, sweetness.” He pulls his thumb from your mouth and brings it down to circle your clit. “Tell me who this pussy belongs to, sweetness.”

“You, Sir. It belongs to you.” Poe surges forward, kissing you before pulling away with a bite to your bottom lip.

“Then cum, sweetness.” His words are like pulling the pin from a grenade, your orgasm exploding through you. He barely manages a couple more thrusts before he’s also cumming, spilling deep in your cunt. The both of you groan, Poe’s head falling to rest on your shoulder. He keeps himself buried in you as you both come down from your highs. If this is that last time he’s going to have you for a few days, he wants to feel you for as long as he can.

As you regain your breath, you bring a hand up to bury in his hair, massaging his scalp. He sighs at the action, relaxing against you, and you can’t help but to smile. It’s amazing to you how integral this man has become in your life over such a short time, but you wouldn’t change it for anything. The two of you cling to each other for several minutes until you finally press a kiss to the side of Poe’s head. You both hiss as he pulls out of you and you immediately feel empty at his loss. You force the feeling down and hop off the desk, Poe helping you dress quickly before fixing himself.

You bring your hands up to cup his face and kiss him quickly. His hands grasp your wrists and he holds you to him for a few moments longer before releasing you.

“You better come back in one piece, sweetness.” You can hear the underlying note of concern in his voice, though his tone is teasing. You smirk and throw a wink his way before heading out the door.

“Of course, love. I’ll see you soon.” You leave his office and head for your room, grabbing your go bag. You take one glance around the room before heading to the hangar, boarding your ship, and taking off. You punch in the coordinates and guide your ship from the hangar, entering hyperspace as soon as you’re able. You settle into your chair with your datapad, going over the information Kylo had given you. The mission seemed to be straight forward, and you were hoping it would be over soon. You would still take Kylo’s advice and stay vigilant, not knowing if there was still someone sabotaging your missions. You would take every precaution you could and make sure to get in and out as quickly as possible.

Unfortunately, it wouldn’t be enough.

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bwemph · 5 years ago

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Rumors

Pairing: Kylo Ren x Reader

Request: @carinaryen Hi doll! I was wondering, if you’re not bombarded with requests, if you could do Kylo Ren x Reader one shot based on a song by Pierce The Veil called Floral & Fading? Thank you xx

Summary: You finally give into your struggle with the rumors surrounding your relationship with Commander Ren

Word count: 1,660

Warnings: Hurtful words, a well deserved bitch slap, fluff

A/N: This is a fic from my old blog Purpleocity. All future fics will be posted here at bwemph :)

Traitor. Spy.

Those were only the tame ones. You’d heard plenty of other names amongst the whispers and gossip about you since word had gotten out about your roots in the Resistance.

Sure, you may have been raised on tales of the Rebellion and how the Death Star was destroyed, of Luke Skywalker and how he tried to restore the Jedi Order, but none of it ever sat right with you. You defected from the Resistance, left behind everyone you loved, and broken your parents hearts to join the First Order. But that was years ago now. You let the past die and fully accepted this new life among Kylo Ren and his followers.

Kylo Ren, you smiled at the thought of him. His ebony waves falling about his face, his perfectly rounded lips, and those striking, honey brown eyes that never truly gave way to what he was feeling. You weren’t sure what force out there in the universe had brought you two together, but you were so grateful for it. However, that was a scandal in itself when it got out that you were seeing him. That gossip, you could handle. It was always silenced the moment you entered the room, and you only ever eavesdropped on the hushed conversations between the Stormtroopers. At least you were proud that the commander had interest in you, and now everyone knew it, despite missing the rush of having to sneak around like kids. The real trouble arose when the rumors of your origin began to circulate. That’s when the crew began to wonder whether the Commander truly had feelings for you, or you for him. You started hearing words associated with your name such as “double agent” and “mole”. Some even went far enough to say Kylo simply used you for your body.

Somehow your thoughts always wound up here with these unpleasant thoughts and musings. It had to have been at least a few weeks since the issue had emerged. You figured it would have died down by now. You tried to push them aside and recalled the message you were to deliver to General Hux on the bridge. You sighed and smoothed your hair as you entered the room, glancing around for the pasty ginger.

“Officer Samick,” you said, approaching him at his station, “Where is the General?”

The blond looked up, glaring at you from under his visor. “He left.” He fixed his gaze on the readings of his screen again.

You cleared your throat. “Do you mind giving me a hint as to where he’s gone?”

The officer shrugged, making an “I don’t know” sound.

“Samick, what’s gotten into you?” You asked, hands on your hips. “You know better than to treat a superior this way.”

Officer Samick stood, turning to meet your gaze. You stood your ground despite his towering stature. “You are no superior of mine. You’re hardly an ally of the First Order,” he spat. He looked down his nose at you, which made your skin crawl.

You squinted, clenching your jaw. “If I were you, I would choose my next words very wisely, Officer.”

“Well then it’s a good thing you aren’t me, isn’t it, Y/N?”

“Samick…” Your voice was dangerously low, and your eyes flashed with warning.

He leaned in uncomfortably close to your face and went on, “What are you going to do? Tell Commander Ren so he can come down here and slash up my console?” He crossed his arms. “Or are you going to retreat back to the Resistance where you belong?” You bit your lower lip and took a step back, but Officer Samick simply loomed closer. “I can’t wait to see you running back to those scumbags so I can personally destroy you myself. You have no place among the First Order. You’re the same lowlife that we are up against. It’s what you came from, and it’s what you’ll always be.”

The crack of your palm across the Officer’s face reverberated throughout the bridge, turning the rest of the heads that hadn’t already been staring. Even your hand stung from the slap. Tears pricked the corners of your eyes, and you spoke through gritted teeth. “I highly suggest you return to your station, Samick.” You turned to leave and glanced around when you felt the heavy gazes of everyone on you. “Get back to work,” you snapped, “all of you! Show’s over.” You strode off the bridge without another word, your palm still tingling.

Your doors slid open and shut silently, and by the time you’d reached your quarters, tears were flowing freely. They may have only words, but they were the right ones to make you hurt. You were done being treated like this, even if it wasn’t always so direct. You weren’t sure how much longer you could stand being treated like an outsider. You shared the same hatred for the Resistance as the rest of the crew, so why couldn’t they let the old Y/N die? That wasn’t you anymore.

Sobs wracked your body and your hands fell heavily onto the counter of your vanity, your belongings and notebooks scattering about. You gripped the metal edges until your knuckles turned white. You began to question what you were doing there. Nobody respected you, and you clearly didn’t belong. What if Kylo really was just using you? It wasn’t like he had the greatest track record when it came to his relationships. Would he lie to you like that? If he were, what would you be doing there anymore? When you glanced up at your reflection, your eyes were reddened and soaked with tears, which were still leaving trails even though you tried desperately to stop them. You heard your doors slide open, and a dark figure hovered just inside the doorway. You quickly dried your tears, turning to see Kylo standing before you.

“Y/N, what’s going on? Are you alright?” he asked, concern evident in his voice, even with his mask covering his features.

You pulled a fake smile, shrugging. “What do you mean? I’m fine.” You cursed your voice for shaking and turned away to start reorganizing the things that had scattered. You rushed to dry another stray tear.

“Don’t lie to me, Y/N.” You saw him approaching you in the mirror. He took off his helmet, his smooth voice now unobscured by the filter of the mask. His worry was now more prominent. “I heard what happened between you and the officer on the bridge.”

You continued fixing the objects on your vanity. “And yet you’re oblivious to the rest of the gossip,” you murmured, a bitter laugh emitting from your lips. You turned to meet his gaze and he moved to take your hand.

“What are you talking about?”

Your lip trembled, as you dropped your fake smile and lost the struggle against the salty droplets that emerged from your eyes. “Kylo, the crew hates me, practically all of them. Ever since word got out about my roots with the Resistance,” you sniffled, “they’ve all said these terrible things.” Kylo furrowed his brow, his expression hardening as you went on. “They say I’m some sort of spy and that my loyalties still lie with the rebels, and that I don’t belong here. They say you don’t even care about me, that it’s all an act to get information about the Resistance, that I’m–” you choked back another blubber, “that I’m just your sex toy.” You couldn’t keep yourself from weeping further, and you couldn’t get out any more words. A hand went over your mouth to stifle a sob. Kylo pulled you into his chest and let you cry as long as you needed to. You clung to him, desperately hoping none of that was true. He traced large, slow circles on you back with a gloved hand, kissing your forehead every so often. At some point the two of you sat on your bed while you got the last of your tears out.

“Who said all those things?” he asked, his tone a dangerous one. You looked up at him, finally out of tears to cry.

You shook your head. “It doesn’t matter. You can’t go out there and slice up your entire crew, Kylo.” You gave a weak laugh. “They’re just words. They don’t matter.”

“They clearly matter,” he protested, cupping your cheek. He examined your reddened eyes, anger boiling behind his. “They’re hurting you.”

You dropped your gaze to your hands which sat in your lap, a long, trembling sigh shaking your body. Kylo turned your chin up so you would meet his eyes. He caressed your cheek and pulled you close.

“I do love you,” he mumbled into your hair. It was rare he spoke those words to you, but each time he did he always meant it. And right now it meant more to you than ever. “I love you so much.” He kissed your forehead. “They’re all wrong about you.” He then kissed your cheek, nuzzling you. “And you mean so much to me.” He sealed his lips to yours, his hands on either side of your face. You let him pull you close to his chest, resting your face in the curve of his neck when he broke the kiss.

“I love you too,” you breathed. He softly hummed in response.

He moved so he could look you in the eyes again. “Next time someone speaks to you that way, I will make an example out of them.”

You laughed softly, tracing the stitching in his cowl. “I don’t doubt you will.” You tried not to think too hard on that statement.

“Let’s get you something to drink. You must be thirsty after crying so much.” He pulled you to stand up. “Are you okay?”

You nodded. “Yes, thank you.” You pecked his cheek and took his hand as he led you out of your quarters.

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bexterbex · 5 years ago

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Masking the Heart | Ch. 2

A new galactic war was forming, and your star system needed to create an alliance. Your father, the king, made a deal with the First Order in a promise of protection for guaranteed trade. You are arranged to marry the Commander Kylo Ren, apprentice of the Supreme Leader. A man who is hidden behind his mask. Will your husband show you his heart? Or will it be forever hidden behind a mask?

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*Note: The author of this work does not condone arranged marriage practices, domestic abuse, or non-con sexual encounters, this work is for fictional uses only.*

Chapter 2

Lying there on the bed you contemplated your existence as your fists still clung to the sheets. You wondered just how many other women had husbands that just fucked them and left on their wedding night. You swore you were probably the only one in the galaxy who could say that. But you strained to get up and hobble your way into the refresher, where you started a bath.

You hissed as you got into the almost boiling hot water, but that didn’t affect you for long as you cried as you rubbed your skin raw. Luckily he hadn’t touched you other than your hips and your cunt. As you tried to furiously wash away the memory. His words haunting you, he was going to take you whenever he wanted, and that tonight would basically be the nicest it would ever be. Which made you sob more. You had hoped that there would be hope that he would become nicer to you, open up to you but that didn’t seem to be the case.

You were in the refresher for a while before you deemed yourself clean enough to come out. Wrapping a towel around yourself you exited the small room into your own larger one. Something was different, you looked at the bed. The sheets had been changed, and there was a datapad placed on it. You quickly rummaged through one of your bags for your nightclothes. Once you were dressed again, you walked over to the bed and picked up the device. There was a note from your husband.

Princess Ren,

This datapad is yours to use.

Tomorrow morning at 9 AM you will be presented to the Supreme Leader before I am away for a week on a mission. In that time I expect you to familiarize yourself with the First Order and its goals. I will be at your room at 8:40 AM to escort you to the meeting with the Supreme Leader.

You may not leave our chambers without permission. You are also not allowed to contact anyone outside of the attached list I have given you. This will be how you order meals, contact anyone, and how you will stay entertained.

Commander Kylo Ren

Apprentice to Supreme Leader Snoke and Master of the Knights of Ren

You stared at the note for a moment, re-reading it a few times. Trying to take it all in. So he expected you to basically just sit around all day doing nothing. Waiting for him to come back. You were now certain were now just stuck in some cage, some tower until he decided to let you have a taste of freedom. A controlling man behind a mask would dictate your life from here on out. You had a sinking feeling that you may never really be allowed to speak with others, so learning the First Order’s ideals might be pointless.

You looked at the attached list of names available as the people your husband deemed appropriate to speak to.

Commander Kylo Ren

General Armitage Hux

Captain Phasma

Ap’lek (Knight of Ren)

Ushar (Knight of Ren)

Trudgen (Knight of Ren)

Cardo (Knight of Ren)

Kuruk (Knight of Ren)

Vicrul (Knight of Ren)

None of the names other than your husband’s or General Hux’s were names you were familiar with. You also noted that you were not allowed to contact your parents, presumably without permission. You choked back another round of tears, knowing that it was for the good of your people that you were doing this. Their freedom came at the cost of yours, something you were raised happily to do, but at the moment it seemed crushing.

You stared at the list for several minutes before you glanced up at the time–8 PM. Somehow time had slipped away from you, but you knew with how little you actually did eat that you should at least order something. You weren’t an overly picky person at the palace, but then again the chef only tended to make the food of your people and some that your parents liked. But the food on the list that you had to choose from wasn’t very appealing, so you stuck with a simple porridge to eat. It didn’t sound very appetizing but neither did your life at the moment.

You wondered if you should step out of your room into the main living area to receive it or would it come directly to your room. You decided to step out, knowing you would have to get used to confinement, but you might as well not confine yourself even more. As you did, you noticed a few more things than your initial impression.

One was that there was a large sitting window off in the corner of the living room, opening up the space to the stars. The second was that the couches, chairs, and other things look rather untouched. It made you wonder if your husband was really ever home at all. You wandered about the space, looking at the small kitchen big enough for you to cook in if you so chose. The last thing you really discovered was where you thought your husband’s bedroom was. It was a door on the opposite end of yours closer to the window where yours was closer to the kitchen. You didn’t dare try to attempt to open it, knowing you might get worse than just a verbal scolding.

The main door opened and revealed a droid holding a steaming bowl of porridge. As you accepted it the droid let out a happy beeping sound as you thanked it. Droids weren’t common in the palace. Your father preferred to employ citizens versus replacing work with droids. You took the bowl and sat down on the large windowsill. You ate as you gazed out at the stars, in many ways it comforted you, but in others it made you feel lonelier. You wondered just how many people in the galaxy were laughing with their loved ones right now, how many husbands and wives were embracing each other, how many people were free to do as they pleased.

It didn’t take you long to finish your food before you got up and washed out the bowl in the kitchen sink. You took a few minutes to snoop and see what the kitchen actually had; the fridge was full of fruit, and protein shakes. Other than that it seemed as if the kitchen was devoid of all other foods. There barely seemed to be any cooking utensils or cookware. Mostly just plates, bowls, spoons, knives, and forks. You wondered what you would have to do to get some cooking and baking supplies brought in. If you were going to be confined to these chambers, you might as well develop a few hobbies.

You eventually slinked your way back into your room and started to unpack what you would need for tomorrow’s meeting with the Supreme Leader. That was basically all you did before you crawled into bed and fell asleep. If it wasn’t for the exhaustion of the day, you were sure that tonight would have been like last night, tossing and turning and getting little to no sleep. So you slept like a rock, your body caving into the much-needed rest.

When you woke the next morning after dreaming of blackness, you were happy enough to see that you had two hours before your husband was to escort you down to meet with the Supreme Leader. You had plenty of time to eat and get ready, today you didn’t have an army of lady’s maids to help you but you could still make yourself presentable. You suspected that your husband may wear his black uniform again, so you chose a dark-colored dress , this one reflecting your new life among the stars. You wanted to impress your husband’s master and the Supreme Leader.

You ordered breakfast straight to your room as you now saw that option pop up. For a moment you wondered if your husband disliked your walking around the chambers while he was still here. But you don’t remember if you skipped over that option yesterday or not. This morning you chose a bowl of fruit and same Tarine tea. Just as you were about to get up and head to your door you heard a knock, 8:40 AM on the dot.

When you opened the door you were greeted by the massive looming figure of your husband, his masked eyes seemingly peering down at you. Your heartbeat quickened at the vivid flashing memory of last night. He crowded into your space for a moment before you heard him say, “Follow me.” And much like yesterday, you were left to trail behind him.

Your brain thought back to etiquette class, where your tutor told you that it is a gentleman’s responsibility to take a woman’s hand and guide her to the intended destination, not lead or rather string along. Like yesterday you watched as officers and stormtroopers dodged out of the way as you took the long walk through the ship. You paused behind him as a large door opened to reveal a large dark chamber, you followed your husband up the path to a large dias.

Where you expected to see the Supreme Leader there was nothing, but your husband ordered you to “Kneel.” And you obeyed, and he also kneeled by your side. You heard the door open again, and you allowed yourself to glance back to see the General coming up the walkway. He knelt away from both of you. And then you heard a large crackling sound before the room was filled with a blue hue. And then you saw a large human-like figure that you assumed to be the Supreme Leader.

His voice boomed throughout the room, “Stand.” An order you all heeded. You could feel his attention on you as you struggled a bit to stand, your dress getting in the way. Even though he was giant, at least twenty feet tall, he was still peering down at you in an unimpressed look. This didn’t seem to be a good first impression. You saw your husband’s head cast up to meet his master’s gaze while you decided to keep your head down. You haven't been given permission to speak, and you have been yet to be introduced. Your etiquette training told you that this was proper, he was a higher status than you and you needed to be introduced.

His booming voice seemed displeased as he said, “Commander.” You could still see his hands as they rapped against the armrest of his holographic chair.

Your husband's modulated voice responded, “Supreme Leader.” You could see your husband's breath quicken a bit, as much as you could tell you believed he was nervous.

The Supreme Leader let out a huff of disdain. “I see all manners are lost on you my apprentice.” He leaned forward, his holographic face coming close to his. You swore you could hear the General snicker as he did, but the Supreme Leader spoke to your husband. “Will you introduce your wife to me?”

Kylo grabbed your forearm and shoved you forward, “Princess Ren, the woman you requested me to marry.”

You finally glanced back up to the Supreme Leader’s face, he had sat back in his seat once more. You bowed your head and gave him a really low curtsey, one denoting his rank. Before you took a step back to rejoin your husband.

If the omnipotent man could chuckle, you would believe that he did as he said, “Ah manners something the Master of the Knights of Ren lacks. It is a pleasure to have you among our ranks, Princess.” You heard another silent snicker from the General, and you saw your husband shift his weight.

You bowed your head once again, “The pleasure is mine Supreme Leader. I am happy to serve the First Order however you best deem fit.” You were trying to please him, but you still couldn’t tell if he was unhappy with you or your husband.

The Supreme Leader’s head turned once more to your husband, his apprentice. “It would do you well to remember that outside your chambers she is your wife. And you will treat her with respect any time you leave the doors of your chambers. Do I make myself clear?” He seemed much more threatening now. His voice was cold as ice.

Kylo’s head nodded, “Yes, Supreme Leader,” his breath quickened. He did not seem to like to be at his master’s disapproval. You could see that this was all the more reason for him to keep you locked away, so he had no need to pretend to be civil towards you. No need to pretend that he enjoyed your presence.

The Supreme Leader basically then just gave both Kylo and Hux instructions not to mess up on their missions before he ended the transmission. After it ended the General turned to you and said, “I hope your marriage fares well, but unfortunately Ren is not known to treat things nicely.” He then bid you goodbye as he walked out of the chamber.

You turned to look at your husband, whose presence now seemed to dominate the room. “You will not make me look like a fool in front of the Supreme Leader again.” And he roughly grabbed your arm and started pulling you out of the room. Once you got to the door, his pace and grip changed. He was now properly taking you by the arm and guiding you down the halls, his pace still fast. Once you got into your chambers, he practically threw you against the counter.

He shoved your head down into the cold flat countertop, your cheek smashed against it. You heard his belt come undone just before you felt it wrap around your wrists, binding you in place. “As I said, you will do your wifely duty whenever I ask, wherever I ask.” You felt the skirt of your dress lift up. He ripped your underwear off, and you saw it crumple to the ground beside him.

You then heard a zipper, knowing what was coming next you shut your eyes.

You felt the tip of his leather-encased finger enter you for a moment, just the tip as he circled around your hole. You then felt the head of his cock being guided in, before he rammed fully into you. He was right last time, there was no real preparation for how this felt. Not only were you experiencing pain as he fucked with all his power into you, you also felt humiliated as he sought to fuck you here against the counter, fully clothed, versus taking the few extra steps into your bedroom.

The edge of the countertop dug into your hips, and you knew there was going to be bruises. Eventually the pain in your pussy subsided as he continued to use your body for his own release. Your eyes rolled into the back of your head as he continuously pounded into your cervix. You didn’t fight, because he was right, this was your wifely duty. And you did it to protect your people, you had no idea what would happen if he were to leave you, but you didn’t want to find out. But this time was much like the last, you had no idea how long it had been before he released his hot waves of cum inside you. When he was fully finished you felt him slip out of you and let the skirt of your dress fall back to the floor. Kylo then released his belt from your wrists, but he didn’t stick around.

While you were still frozen against the counter he told you, “I will be leaving in one hour. I will not be gone for roughly a week. Follow my orders on your datapad and we will have no problems.” And then he just disappeared into his room, leaving you there.

It took you a few moments to compose yourself, for your brain to kick in and process what had just happened. You lifted yourself off of the counter, taking deep breaths as you did so. As the tears started to fall you grabbed the remains of your underwear and staggered to your room. You collapsed against your own bed in waves of sobs. Allowing the fear, heartbreak, and pain flood your senses. You stayed crying like that for hours, but eventually your tears dried up and by that time your husband was away on his mission. And you were left alone for a week.

You picked yourself up and walked into the refresher, repeating the cleaning process you did last night, a scalding hot bath that you then practically rubbed your skin raw in. When finished, you dried yourself off and looked into the mirror. You looked like a haunted version of yourself. Your eyes were sunk in, yet still puffy and red. You were starting to become a ghost of your former self.

Before you stared at yourself too long, you decided to leave the refresher; you entered your room and changed into some lounge clothes. You did not see a point in dressing up if you were not going to see anyone. After all, your husband left you alone, did not give you permission to leave, and you did not know the people on his approved list. You stepped out into the living space and made your way to the window. Where you sat and stared out at the stars. The event from earlier made you lose all appetite. You just stared out the window as your mind went numb. Eventually sleep took you, and you slept the night away there under the stars.

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The Murmur of the Land

Armitage Hux x Reader

{wordcount} 1.4k A/N: I did it again. I made him alive after ROS. Are we complaining though? No. Enjoy.

(a small bit of angst but BOY AM I SOFT)

Summary: Thoughts can only be disregarded for so long before one may begin to feel consumed.

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Armitage pulled at the roots with strong hands, hands caked in dirt and grime. It was a thing he’d never thought he’d be subjected to a few years ago, but now, he couldn’t imagine his life any other way. It was less stressful despite all the work. Droids helped a lot with harvesting and planting, but he still preferred to do quite a bit of it himself. He could lie to himself and say he enjoyed it, but he knew it kept his mind off the past. It kept himself occupied and busy, and the man feels as if he were to stop at any point, his loud thoughts would cause him to go insane.

So he worked. Armitage worked and worked, day in day out for a standard year. Slaving away in a field that he slowly built up foot by foot, acre by acre. Moving out from the escape pod he made into a makeshift hut and moving into the small house he built with the help of the couple of droids he bought from the farmer that lived about a days walk east from where he set up camp. They were good company, not too talkative and would only engage when spoken to, chirping short responses in Binary that Armitage could only half comprehend.

It was a peaceful life.

Much more peaceful than his previous one, if not a bit lonely. That was something he chose not to dwell on, wishing to block certain memories from his mind in hopes of keeping his morale high.

So he continued to work, pulling roots and placing them in the large woven basket at his side, sparing a glance at the labour droid doing a similar task on different crops.

“You’ve made quite the life here.”

The sudden voice made his calm expression tense and his blood run cold. Colder than the durasteel blaster barrel that pressed up against the back of his head, not too hard, but rough enough to know that the wielder meant business.

Any voice at all would have startled him, but this one, in particular, made his entire body freeze as he struggled to find his tongue.

“It’s an odd sight to see you so dirty and unkempt. If the circumstances were different, I would have even found it rather attractive.” The words were laced with poison. They were said so coolly but Armitage made note of the slight hurt beneath them.

He slowly turned to face her, raising his dirt-covered hands as he came face to face with a blaster before he made eye contact with a person he thought he would never see again. If fate had been different, If your obvious purpose of being here would have been less hostile, he would have hugged you, but if the weaponry on your person made no mistake, you were not here for a joyous reunion. Much to his dismay.

“So quiet for a man who once commanded entire legions of stormtroopers.” You spat, your lip quivering and your jaw tensed. He took the time now to notice the long scar that ran down the side of your face. That’s new. His mouth opened and closed, looking for the right words to address the woman he once loved. That’s not to say he still didn't love you. He always had. It’s just that one wouldn’t want to dwell on what could have been between them and a lover when they presume said lover to have died in a fiery blaze.

So, to put an end to the deafening silence, he said the only thing that he could formulate.

“You look good.”

Your brows furrowed.

“Don’t try to charm your way out of this.” You spat, hurt in your eyes. “You left me to die.”

“I did not leave you to die.” Armitage snapped back. You pushed the blaster closer to his face and he immediately shut his mouth.

“You don’t want to test me right now, Hux.” Your venomous words were empty, however. He could just tell. His knack for reading people didn't grow rusty after a year of solitude.

“(Y/N)...” He spoke, slowly reaching for the hand that held your blaster, and when he was met with no protest from you, he gently closed his dirty and worn hands around your own gloved one. He recognised those gloves too. You were never really one to let old things die.

His eyes glanced to your face, only to see a now broken expression as your own eyes stayed glued on his gentle grasp. Your mouth slightly parted and your eyes grew glossy. He slowly slipped the blaster from your hands, dropping it to the ground as you fell to your knees, letting your hand fall from his own and to your side as you stared at the blaster that lay in the freshly turned dirt.

Armitage slowly crouched to reach your level, too scared to move any closer out of fear of provoking you somehow, only now he could see how truly tired and hopeless you looked.

“I have been so angry… for so long.” You choked out, your glazed eyes fixated on the dirt before they flicked up to Armitage’s softened expression. “I thought I could do it, but you...” You stopped to take a breath, casting your gaze back down as the eye contact was too intense for you. His chest tightened at your words. Just at the thought that he spent so long thinking you had died in vain, but you were truly just living a year with thoughts of animosity for him in your head.

Finally, Armitage spoke.

“I thought you had died.” He was quiet, almost a whisper. “I had given up hope months ago. I thought it best to not dwell on such things as…” Then he stopped. Debating his next words. They were never things he had said aloud, only thoughts he had pushed down as soon as they surfaced. Just thinking of it caused a lump to form in his own throat.

Your gaze was heavy on him now as you anticipated him to finish his sentence.

“Lingering on your presumed death… well, I wouldn’t have found much reason to go on.”

Though Armitage kept his lips sealed, he shook, and for the first time since his escape back on Exagol, tears began to fall. He instinctively covered his face with his hand, wishing for you to not see him like this, despite seeing him in this state countless times before.

It was then he felt the familiar embrace of your arms around him, and he let out a sob. Whether it was out of the grief of what could have been had you not been separated that fateful day, or out of relief that you accepted him in such a dishevelled state, but they were arms that felt like home. Because truly, no matter how much he tried to convince himself, his cosy little shack was never truly home. There was always something missing from it. He knew it was you, but again, he tried to push you from his mind.

Now that you were here, however, accepting him into your arms after holding a charged blaster to his head, something inside him snapped. Something that’s been there since the fall of the Order. Possibly even since he first met you all those years ago. Him, a lowly General, still working beneath his father, and you, a pilot with wide optimistic eyes that captured his attention from the very moment he caught your gaze.

He had always had this feeling that he was never truly doing the right thing. The right thing, not being something of a moral dilemma, but a personal crisis. In his mind, something has always felt wrong about every choice he ever made and you were the trigger.

He never wanted to be a military man. He never wanted to live under constant stress for the sake of power. He was stuck. Trapped in a life that he never chose. He was groomed from a young age to be a leader and he fell for it. The power was intoxicating but the older he grew, the more tired he became of people expecting things from him. You can tell a child all you want what you want them to be, but as they grow more of a conscience, they choose their own path.

And now, as Armitage slowly pulled away from your warm embrace to look into the red-rimmed puffy eyes of the woman he fell in love with years ago, he realised what he truly wants.

You.

And now, after all these years of turmoil and stress, now that he finally had you, just you, it felt as though he was whole.

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