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solohux · 2 years ago

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Oooooo! Could I please get an Omega Prompt Number 1 of Alpha Kylo/Omega Hux? If you'd be so kind!

1. “Uh, no- Please stop! I HAVE AN ALPHA, YOU ASSHOLE!”

It had been a good night up until this point.

The Vomian system has been conquered. All five of its planets and subsequent moons have fallen under First Order rule, giving them access to one of the main shipping lanes in the Mid-Rim and planets that are so rich in ore that they’ll have enough to power a new fleet of star destroyers.

An acquisition on this scale requires a celebration.

The Finalizer is in orbit in the Vomian system, though Hux is sure that the residents on the planet below will be able to hear the music and commotion coming from the recreational hall. He looks down at his comm, checking the latest message on it before heading for the exit.

“Aren’t you staying, General? This is your victory!” Lieutenant Mitaka stumbles up to Hux, having left Thannison behind on the dancefloor.

“I think not, Dopheld,” Hux says, noting how much his beta friend smells like alcohol. “I have someone waiting for me. And I must retire before my eardrums cave in from this dreadful music.”

“It’s DJ Rebo! The hottest Ortolan mixer!”

Hux scrunches his nose as the baseline drops. “It’s just noise to me, I’m afraid. But you enjoy yourself, my friend. I’ll see you on the bridge tomorrow. Goodnight, Dopheld.”

“G’dnight, General, sir!”

With that, Mitaka finds himself back on the sparkling red dancefloor with Thannison, their arms waving in the air with the rest of the younglings of the Finalizer. Hux smiles, recalling a time where he would sneak out of his academy dorm to find the secret gatherings of cadets to listen to the newest and hottest music from Courascant and drink from the bottles of liquor stolen from their tutor’s offices. Their music was loud and their behaviour was wild; Cadet Armitage would report them all for gross misconduct to the head of the academy before sneaking back to his dorm and sleeping contently.

Hux chuckles to himself. He’s too busy reminiscing about those times at the academy to hear the footsteps behind him, to smell the scent of a sexually aggressive alpha in the air. The moment he doesn’t become aware, it’s too late. A hand is clasped over his mouth and he’s being pulled into a quieter and narrower corridor, body shoved against the wall.

His belly is full of whiskey and rum, sloshing around and making the feeling of panic more like a herd of banthas raging through his gut. His attacker is laughing, pressing their large body against Hux’s, forcing the omega to share the heat radiating from their knot.

“Little General,” the officer says. “You should know better than to leave a party alone. Didn’t anyone teach you that a lone omega is the perfect prey? You never know who might be watching you.”

Hux blink, suppressing a moan when the officer’s knee presses up between his pliant legs. He recognises the man—alpha—to be Colonel Verral, a very capable and well-trained officer who helped lead the last of their troops to victory in Vomian’s capital.

“Colonel,” Hux pants, struggling against the alpha’s great weight and against the blurriness of his own alcoholic intoxication. “Get your hands off me.”

“I saw how you were looking at me in that last siege, omega,” Verral says, practically drooling. He’s drunk too, though much more heavily than Hux. There’s a distant look in his dark eyes, one that only comes with copious amounts of alcohol. “You wanted me. You saw how strong I was in the face of danger. You were…turned on.”

“I assure you, Colonel, that I was not.”

“Even now, I can smell it on you.” Verral leans in and presses his lips against Hux’s cheek, licking his way down to his neck.

Hux cries out, throwing his head back, “Uh, no! Please, stop! I have an alpha, you asshole!”

“Where is he, little omega?”

“Behind you.”

The sudden use of Kylo’s powers brings Hux to his knees too, having been held up by the invading alpha’s body and, now that he’s been flung across the corridor, the shaking omega can’t find the strength to stand. He trembles, suppressing the urge to throw up.

“I thought you comm’d me to tell me you’d meet me outside,” Hux says, plonking his ass down on the floor and resting his spinning head back against the wall.

“I did,” Kylo says. “I got caught on the dancefloor. The kids wouldn’t let me out.”

Hux blinks, finding that his alpha has very two very flushed cheeks and some celebratory confetti in his dark hair. Even his clothes are askew.

“Ren. How much have you had to drink?”

Kylo looks at his fingers for a moment as if counting but then frowns, pouting. “More than usual.”

“The ‘usual’ is none.”

“True.” The alpha flops down beside his mate, taking him into his arms and cuddling him close until the scent of the invading alpha is gone from Hux’s senses. “Sorry I was late.”

The unconscious form of Colonel Verral lies in a heap across the way. Hux brings his knees up to his chest and curls into Kylo’s side, though they both end up sliding down until they’re lying on the floor, wrapped in each other’s arms.

“Don’t ever be late again,” Hux says, eyes fluttering shut as sleep nears. “Damn alphas.”

Kylo hums, pressing a kiss to the top of Hux’s head.

“Yes, omega.”

#kylux #omega hux #alpha kylo #tw attempted noncon #thank you for the prompt darling! I hope this was okay! ❤️

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newtypezaku · 3 years ago

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Char’s Return (1988)

Literal months ago, I thought to myself, you know, I probably can’t read Japanese now, but I might be able to someday, so I may as well pick up some old-ass books while I can. And it turns out that with the gracious assistance of Google-sensei and the willingness to sink most of my free time into choking on kanji... I can eventually kind of read! I’ll admit, I was positively giddy when I realized that I didn’t have to consciously process the characters that make up the phrase “people whose souls are held back by gravity” anymore.

This is Char’s Return, a gamebook published by Keibunsha in 1988 that mixes elements of a single-player RPG and a “Choose Your Own Adventure” story. You’re Char, trying to organize scattered Neo Zeon remnants into something approximating a fighting force. Along the way, you pick up a lady friend who dies tragically because duh, fight former allies, and build the determination necessary to (Marvin the Martian voice) blow up the Earth.

I haven’t properly played the game, but I did try to build a tree representing every possible path, so what follows below the cut is a general summary of what happens.

Setting

The prologue starts in May, UC 0090. The world is more or less as it was at the end of ZZ, with the remains of Axis, Core 3, and Mousa forming a shoal zone in Side 3. According to the book, over the next few years, gravity naturally pulls Axis to L1 between the Earth and moon.

Texas has been hastily repurposed as a refugee colony, but the Federation hasn’t done much to actually repair it, resulting in appalling living conditions. Sweetwater is located somewhere between Sides 2 and 5 at L4, and Fifth Luna is stationed nearby as a resource satellite.

Londo Bell exists, with Nahel Argama as its flagship and many former AEUG members in its ranks. Char claims to recognize most of the bridge crew when he visits on one route during the game’s second half. Radical members who opposed reintegration with the Federation have formed their own organization, AEGM (I’ve also seen this romanized as EGUM), which you’d remember from Char’s Counterattack if they’d animated the first half of Hi-Streamer.

Characters

Char Aznable: The player assumes the role of Char, who tried to step aside after the Gryps War but was dispirited after witnessing the further tragedies of the subsequent conflict. Sensing no hope of change, Char chose to return to action and cleanse the Earth.

Danjidan Poseidon: The leader of a group of Neo Zeon remnants aboard the Gwadan-class cruiser Inxs hiding in the Side 3 shoal zone. Poseidon is an old one-eyed soldier who once fought alongside Ramba Ral and is as tenacious as he is stubborn. He pilots a Zaku III.

Leonhardt Lang: A former subordinate of Poseidon who is hiding in Hong Kong. Char arranges a meeting with him to learn Poseidon’s whereabouts.

Kai Shiden: Still a journalist whose self-appointed mission is exposing corruption within the Federation.

Stephanie Luio: Daugher of Woomin Luio and chief representative of Luio Company. Recognizes Char from the Dakar Speech she saw on TV.

Godarl: AEGM’s collaborator within Luio Company.

Yuka Kazama: AEGM’s contact person who is introduced by Godarl in Hong Kong. Yuka was born on the moon but moved to Musashino, Japan when she was young. She has vivid, painful memories of the colony drop and lost most of her family during the One Year War; now, she is around 18-19. Yuka has strong intuition that she can’t explain well, leading Char to suspect that she is a Newtype.

Yuma Kazama: Yuka’s younger sister. They became separated during the Gryps War and she reappears as an enhanced human piloting the Newtype-use mobile suit Nocturne. Her personality has become twisted as a result, and she lashes out against Yuka for trying to reconnect and against Char for “dropping the sky” during the OYW.

Aborigeni Stromatolite: Leader of AEGM’s cell in Mitaka, Japan, who accepts the mission of getting Char back into space.

Bright Noah: Captain of the Nahel Argama. He doesn’t believe that Londo Bell is serving corrupt interests, but is unable to convince Char.

Jay Nicholson: One of Poseidon’s ace pilots. He flies a Dreissen and is a veteran who takes every battle seriously.

Sakata: One of Poseidon’s ace pilots. He flies a prototype Geara Doga. While he opens with a surprise attack, once he addresses Char directly, he is extremely polite and fights gallantly.

Edo: One of Poseidon’s ace pilots. He flies a ReGelg. He’s been a pilot since he was in junior high, as the Principality of Zeon mobilized students near the end of the OYW.

Canning: Inxs bridge operator.

Mechanics

MSN-100S Hyaku Shiki Kai: Carries no melee weapon, even though its Z-MSV equivalent is armed with a beam saber.

RMS-099 Rick Dias

RGM-86R GM III

ORX-005 Gaplant

RGM-89 Jegan

AMX-011 Zaku III

MS-14J ReGelg

AMX-009 Dreissen

AMX-017 Qubeley Mass Production Type: Same appearance and equipment as the AMX-004G that appears in ZZ. The one on the Inxs was found among debris and repaired, but will only boot up if the player acquires a card key before the final battle.

AMX-117X Prototype Geara Doga: Described by Char as an odd mish-mash when it appears as an enemy.

HMX-000-X3 Nocturne: A Newtype-use MS developed by the Titans near the end of the Gryps War using psycommu technology from Axis. Its size, appearance, and equipment are very similar to the Queen Mansa. It is also equipped with a deflection shield which reduces damage done by low-level beam weapons.

FF-S3 Saberfish

Dodai Kai

Nahel Argama

Gwadan-class Inxs

Garuda-class Audhumla

Story

Hong Kong

Having witnessed various tragedies since the One Year War, Char senses no hope of the Federation changing its ways. Tired of waiting, he intends to take action himself. He takes a shuttle to Hong Kong to meet Leonhardt Lang, who can connect him to Danjidan Poseidon’s Neo Zeon remnants. However, he immediately finds himself being tailed.

Char is given opportunities to fight or flee, as his pursuers have no problem using their handguns even in streets crowded with pedestrians. However, whenever he apprehends one of them, they choose to kill themselves with cyanide capsules rather than divulge any useful information. Eventually, the pursuit ends and Char acquires an elecar.

However, when he drives to the convenience store where Leonhardt is waiting, a bomb explodes and destroys the shop. Char survives unscathed, but Leonhardt is beyond saving. With his dying breath, he tells Char to meet with their collaborator at Luio Company.

His next order of business is to determine the location of its headquarters. There are several routes to this information, one of which is stumbling into a seedy bar and running into Kai Shiden. When Char gets to Luio, his secretive demeanor and bizarre request result in security taking him to the back for a little working over... unless you found a letter of introduction while asking around. (This fight is designed to be unwinnable, anyway, so if you follow the “I win” path, the book scolds you for lying and sends you back to start.)

He eventually meets with Stephanie Luio and Godarl. Godarl hears about Char’s pursuers and notes that “Hunters,” private organizations chasing down Zeon remnants, have recently grown bolder now that they’re receiving direct support from some Federation officers. He also introduces Char to Yuka, who will help them make contact with AEGM in Japan.

They head to a base where Luio has prepared a Saberfish for them, but they are attacked by a Hyaku Shiki Kai. Char has the option of immediately boarding the plane and fighting back, or searching the base for something he can use to temporarily disable the Kai and buy himself more time. Once he is clear to take off and Yuka successfully boards, they dodge the Kai’s attacks until they’re out of its range.

Japan

Because Narita is under EFF administration, Char sets a course for the civilian airfield in Chofu. As he observes the nation from the sky, he notes that Japan’s position as a leader in technology and industry made it a target during the OYW and its coastal cities suffered massive damage during Operation British. Depending on how much damage the plane received from the Hyaku Shiki Kai, they either land safely or crash in Tokyo Bay, where an AEGM patrol boat picks them up.

At the hideout in Mitaka, Char meets Aborigeni Stromatolite, who pledges his organization’s full cooperation in returning him to space. In two days, the Audhumla is scheduled to land at the Federation’s Chiba City base. After it unloads its cargo, they plan to hijack it before its return flight, expecting to be able to seize a shuttle they can launch from high altitude. In between meetings and mission prep, Char finds the time to relieve Yuka of her virginity.

The mission immediately goes sideways. Although they pretend to be a transport company, their forged documents don’t pass muster at the front gate and they have to switch to Plan B, which is to just force their way through. The speed of their assault catches most of the EFF soldiers off guard, but one alert pilot chases them inside the Audhumla’s cargo bay with a GM III.

Char boards one of the MS inside the Audhumla and fights back as the plane takes off. Both suits are constrained by their battlefield, and Char eventually triumphs. AEGM’s crew prepare the shuttle and Char says his goodbyes to Yuka, who gives him a photo of her family and predicts her imminent doom.

Before they can launch the shuttle, a new threat appears -- the Nocturne, a Newtype-use MS using Titan and Axis technology. He tries to hold it off while AEGM prepares the shuttle for launch, but Yuka suddenly gets between him and his opponent because she recognizes the pilot as her missing sister, Yuma. Char surmises that Yuma is the source of the unpleasant pressure they’ve been feeling.

No matter what action Char takes from here, Yuka is unable to overcome Yuma’s rewritten memories and twisted personality. Her fatal premonition from earlier comes true -- Yuma kills her older sister and turns her attention to Char, who barely escapes on the shuttle.

Side 3

When the shuttle reaches a point about halfway between L1 and the moon, they’re intercepted by the Nahel Argama. From here, there are three distinct routes that Char can take:

Flee immediately to Granada. This involves going through the Nahel Argama, so first they get close enough to render its big guns useless. Then, Char takes one of the MS from the Audhumla and fights off Londo Bell’s new Jegan. After breaking through, they proceed to Side 3 via Granada.

Flee immediately to Side 4. On this route, Char visits Texas Colony and observes the deplorable living conditions of the refugees there. A Federation official asks him if he’ll ferry some of them to Granada, which Char can choose to do on their way to Side 3.

When they’re first hailed by the Nahel Argama, Char confirms that Bright Noah is the one speaking and arranges a meeting onboard. However, Char hot-headedly denounces Londo Bell as tools of the corrupt Federation and talks break down. He unleashes sleeping gas on the bridge, steals a mobile suit from the Nahel Argama’s hanger, and physically breaks the hatch to escape the ship. The shuttle then goes straight to Side 3.

Once they’re within visual range of Mousa’s ruins, they spot the Inxs and meet Danjidan Poseidon on the bridge. He’s not convinced that Char is who he says he is, so Char tries to sweeten the pot by dangling Mineva Zabi as bait -- he says he’s protecting her and intends to restore her to leadership when the time is right.

Ultimately, though, Poseidon doesn’t care about Char’s true identity, but only about his abilities. He suggests a game: Char is given six hours to navigate through nearby space and pass through three checkpoints. The game space is represented as a rectangular grid made up of blocks A1-A4 on the top row and B1-B4 on the bottom. From A1 or B1, Char must reach B4 in six hours or less. Each move, including the first, takes one hour. Furthermore, some blocks have events that burn another hour.

The three checkpoints are MS battles against one of Poseidon’s aces: Nicholson in a Driessen, Sakata in a Geara Doga, and Edo in a ReGelg. Three blocks contain traps which can further damage Char’s MS, which cannot be repaired during the game. Two blocks have items. After successfully winning his three battles and reaching B4, Char battles Poseidon’s Zaku III. The Zaku III’s specs make the fight a difficult one, but Char ekes out a victory after both units trade serious blows.

The Final Battle

As soon as the game ends and Poseidon is satisfied with Char’s strength and leadership, the Nocturne attacks. Char struggles to keep both himself and Poseidon alive as they withdraw to the Inxs, but once there, they realize the ship probably isn’t capable of fighting it off. Poseidon takes off again in his battered Zaku III despite Char’s protests. While Poseidon alarms Yuma with his tenacity and ferocious fighting style, she eventually overwhelms him with funnels.

At this point, the Nahel Argama appears. It launches its mobile suits and Char is left to rally the despondent Inxs crew. After surviving an early salvo, Char leads the MS team in a successful defense of the bridge, but Nicholson, Sakata, and Edo are all killed in action. Nahel Argama switches to long-range attacks, and Char throws down the gauntlet, declaring that he’s buried his AEUG past.

During the exchange, Inxs takes severe damage and its main guns almost overload to the point of self-destruction. But in a stroke of fortune, one shot takes out the Nahel Argama’s Hyper Mega Particle Gun. This also knocks out the adjacent MS catapults and reduces the Nahel Argama's combat capability by 80%, forcing Bright to order a retreat to Amman City.

Yuma renews her assault, leading to a final showdown with Char. Char intends to kill Yuma for everything she’s done, but Yuka’s spirit begs him to forgive her, saying she’s not really to blame. Char is eventually talked down and wins the battle, which relieves Yuma of her mental chains and removes all the tension from her body and soul. Char cradles her body and pounds his console, vowing to punish the people who keep repeating these tragedies.

The epilogue takes place three years later. Yuma remains in a mental facility and Char’s bad memories of the incident are dredged up when Nanai uses the phrase “enhanced human” to introduce Gyunei. Later that night, he tells her a bit about what happened and also that he gave psycommu technology to the team building the Nu Gundam so he can have a proper showdown with Amuro. Nanai is saddened that there’s still so much he’s keeping from her, but Char attempts to reassure her by saying that right now it’s her strength that he needs.

In the final scene, Char addresses Neo Zeon troops in Sweetwater and declares that humanity must never again fight another war, and to realize this, he will punish the people on Earth who are at the root of it all.

So there you have it!

My vocabulary flash cards have now become oddly domain-specific and I’ve gotten better at figuring out how and why Google Translate fails. I can’t claim to be literate, but I was definitely reading faster the farther I got into the book. It’s almost like consistent, focused practice is good.

I bought more books when it became clear that I was going to get through this one, but no promises how long it’ll be until I have another summary :)

#mobile suit gundam #char's counterattack #char aznable #char's return #gundam

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mylifeisactuallyamess · 4 years ago

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General Hux x Female Reader

A/N: Oh yeah this is still going 😄 (The poem is not mine! Credit to the person who did write it!) Follows TFA as a bit of a filler. Like I said I am working my way to Hux’s speech 😅

Warnings: Erm, fluff? Hux and Ren with their usual hatred. Not much in all honesty, at least I don’t think so. (Let me know if that needs changing!)

Word Count: 3973

Read Part 5 on AO3 here.

He was reading a report from one of the other ships when the door opened and he looked up in surprise. Phasma entered but she didn’t sit down like normal and Hux placed the pad down.

“We have a situation.” She stated.

“What situation?” He asked wearily, pulling his gloves back on before standing and leading the Captain to the bridge which was abuzz with activity.

“Sir! An unsanctioned departure has been reported from the main hangar, a Special Forces TIE is attempting the leave, communications have not been established with the pilot…” Hux felt anger flood his system. What was happening? Why all of a sudden was everything going wrong? He turned to Phasma, his posture stiff, his hands tightly gripping each other as he fought his rising temper and waited for her explanation.

“It was one of our own. Reports of a stormtrooper leading the prisoner to the hangar and entering a ship.” Hux felt a curse filling his mouth but stopped himself from spitting it out. A trooper? One of his own men was defecting. He felt momentarily rigid, the audacity of this trooper rendered him speechless.

“Who?” He spat, his eyes glaring into her helmet but he could tell by the line of her shoulders she was just as angry as he was.

“I shall run the register and find out,” she snarled. He looked out of the viewport to see the lone TIE fly out into space.

“Well don’t just stand there! Shoot them!” He commanded loudly.

“Sir, they’ve taken out our turbo lasers.” Hux did a quick mental check of his ship's weapons, deciding what would be the best to use.

“Use the ventral cannons.”

“Bringing them online,” reported Mitaka.

“General Hux.” Of course. “Is it the Resistance pilot?” Hux bit back the first thing that came to mind when he saw Ren, if the stupid oaf hadn’t brought him onboard none of this would be happening right now.

“Yes and he had help.” The words made his mouth dry out. He was still not accepting that one of his own men could betray him like this and he was determined to make an example of them. “From one of our own. We are checking the registers now to identify which Stormtrooper it was.”

“The one from the village, FN-2187.” Hux schooled his features to one of indifference, of course Ren should already know that information. It made him question though, if the Commander knew of the troopers mind why he didn’t mention this earlier? Was it to see how Hux would deal with this? Was it to try and undermine him? To shatter Leader Snoke's faith in his abilities? Whatever it was, he wasn’t going to let this slide.

“Sir, ventral cannons hot,” reported Mitaka.

“Fire!” Hux enunciated firmly, his wrath barely contained as more information came to light about what was transpiring.

“General,” he went to stand over with Phasma by the holoprojection where she had pulled up FN-2187’s records. His eyes travelled over the information not seeing anything out of the ordinary.

“FN-2187 reported to my division, was evaluated and sent to reconditioning.”

“No prior signs of non-conformity?” He asked curtly, wanting her personal opinion.

“This was his first offense,” she stated bitterly and Hux could tell she was smarting heavily under that armour.

“General, they’ve been hit.” He moved round to the screen.

“Destroyed?” He asked hopefully.

“Disabled. They were headed back to Jakku, the fighter’s projected to crash in the Goazon Badlands.” Hope flared in his gut.

“They were going back for the droid,” he thought out loud. “Send a squad to the wreckage and double the troops on the ground. Do not come back empty handed but destroy the droid if it cannot be captured.” His gaze slid to Phasma and she nodded in understanding before marching off the bridge to carry out his orders. Ren stepped before him and Hux had to stop himself from rolling his eyes in annoyance.

“Destroy the droid?” The dark presence questioned loudly.

“Leader Snoke was explicit.” Bristled Hux. “Capture the droid if we can but destroy it if we must.” He hated repeating the instructions that were said to both of them like he was talking to a child.

“How capable are your soldiers, General?” Hux didn’t miss the sneer emitting from the black mask.

“I won’t have you questioning my methods,” spat Hux, the venom in his voice evident. Kylo started to move and Hux stepped up beside him, not ready to let this conversation go.

“They’re obviously skilled at committing high treason. Perhaps Leader Snoke should consider using a clone army.” You absolutely pathetic individual! Hux could feel his lip curling as his mind fired off all the insults he could spew at the Commander. He stepped before Ren bringing the larger man to a sudden halt, his gaze staring fiercely into the ridiculous mask.

“My men are exceptionally trained, programmed from birth…”

“Then they should have no problem retrieving the droid. Unharmed.” Ah. So that’s what he was fishing for this whole time. Hux smirked coolly.

“Careful Ren, that your personal interests not interfere with orders from Leader Snoke.” Ren pointed a finger in Hux’s face emphasising his words.

“I want that map. For your sake, I suggest you get it.” He stalked off and Hux was left looking at the bridge of his ship almost vibrating with unmatched hatred. He didn’t miss the threat in Kylo’s words but he was the one who had screwed up here, not Hux. His feet were moving before he could process where he was going, taking him through the corridors of his ship right to your door. He didn’t knock this time, letting himself in and hoping you could forgive the intrusion.

You looked up from what you were reading on your datapad, at the sound of your door opening. It had been hours since you’d seen him but you didn’t think he’d be back any time soon. He strode in, his face impassive and ruddy as he paced the length of your quarters and back to the door. He was agitated, you could see his gloved hands behind his back clenching and releasing with every step he took. His hair was falling slightly loose and his green eyes blazed with annoyance. You weren’t sure what to do, he clearly thought of your quarters as a place he could come when he was this wound up and it made that ball of warmth expand in your chest.

You wanted to speak but you weren’t sure how well it would be received so you settled down and just took the time to admire this fine man strutting up and down your living area. He paused and looked like he was going to say something but thought better of it.

“Can I help in any way?” The sound of your voice made him inhale and his gaze finally alighted on you, his pacing slowing but not stopping.

“No, but being here is helping.” You were burning to ask what had happened, what had got him so worked up and you wondered if Kylo had done something to annoy your General.

“Would you like me to read to you?” You asked calmly, picking the datapad back up. “It’s just some poetry from the core worlds.” You looked up at him noticing the frown that marred his sharp features, but he nodded slightly and you took a breath in.

“Is all we do for nothing?

In the end, I mean.

Is any of it worth it?

Truly?

Don’t you know that only

A few of us reach the stars?” Your gaze drifted to him to see his pacing had stopped but the frown was still in place as he regarded his boots. You continued.

“The rest of us claw at the ground

Below our feet

Wondering why we

Could never quite grasp the moon

Or even touch the clouds.

Why do we continue?

If we cannot gain glory

Why bother attempting?

Why bother a chance with a

Flickering light when

You could gain certainty?

Because only legends get to carve their names in the sky….” You looked up to see he was looking at you now. An intense glower lit his gaze, his hands were fidgeting at chest level and you felt your heart flutter against your ribs. “That’s what you’re going to do,” you said softly. “When Starkiller is ready, your name is going to be carved into the history of the Galaxy.” He stepped forward, his fingers flexing as a heavy breath left his chest. The moment suspended around you both as you stared deeply into each other, the intensity of his expression made your insides quiver. His name fell unbidden from your lips hoping you could convey enough feeling into that single word. Your heart was pounding now, a dull ache inside you at the memory of his kiss from the other day. Your lips tingled and subconsciously you ran your tongue over them which drew his gaze to your mouth but to your disappointment he backed away and you couldn’t stop your heart falling into your stomach. The sound of your door closing after him splintered your heart and you curled your fist in defeat. You didn’t know how to get him to open up, to get him to see he was worthy of your attention.

Hux strode down the corridors, his body flooding with adrenaline, his heart galloping against his ribs accentuating the tight feeling in his chest. Every breath felt like a chore as he struggled to get air into his lungs. His mind could barely gather a worthy thought and the image of your open expression and gaze of pure admiration shook him to his core. He didn’t know what to do with it, this feeling that snaked around his insides whenever he thought of you, and now he had the image of you looking at him like that imprinted in his mind. He wrung his hands together, suddenly finding himself back on the bridge.

“Report!” He barked.

“S-sir….” He looked up at Mitaka noticing the nervous look all over his face and he just knew something had gone wrong.

“Well?” The poor man was shaking in his boots but Hux didn't have time to pussy foot around his Lieutenant today.

“The droid got away.”

“The pilot?”

“Not found.”

“FN-2187?” He asked abruptly, already fearing the answer.

“W-with the droid.” Mitaka licked his lips before continuing, his back almost bowing under the pressure of Hux’s intense glare. “They escaped on a YT model freighter.” Fury swept through Hux like nothing he’d ever felt before, his hands gripping each other tightly as he tried to rein himself in from doing something he’d regret. Is this how his father felt? Whenever Hux did something wrong? The difference was Brendol set his son up for failure, Hux had everything in place so these miscreants could not possibly fail.

“Report to Ren at once.” He ignored the way Dopheld blanched at the order and Hux tried not to think it could be the last time he’d see him. Giving news like this to Kylo Ren was usually a death sentence. But someone had to take the fall for this failure, this failure that had nothing to do with Hux at all. In fact if Kylo had exercised his special abilities on the surface of Jakku none of this would have happened. Hux stood stock still in his office, the urge to sweep everything off his desk was monumental but also a waste of effort, so he fought the urge. Automatically his strung out mind thought of you, the scent of your hair as it brushed past his cheek, the warmth of your body as you leaned into him, the taste of your lips on his mouth, and he realised he owed you a decent dinner. He opened the door to his office only to find the Captain on the other side.

“Yes Phasma?”

“Commander Ren has…destroyed a control panel.” This wasn’t news to Hux, he knew the man would exercise his temper and destroy something on his ship.

“Mitaka?”

“Alive, he’s in the medbay as they had to sedate him.”

“The man is….” He couldn't say what he wanted to say about the huge blundering fool that seemed to just destroy everything he looked at. He bit back the rest of the sentence slipping behind the mask that helped him cope. “Send out to our informants we are looking for this BB unit. Source a description from the troopers that saw it. Now I am off to have dinner. I don’t want to hear from you or Ren or anyone unless Mitaka dies. Also give the heading to go back to Starkiller. Understand?”

“Perfectly.” She smirked, standing aside to let him pass. He strode down the corridor feeling an odd sort of confidence knowing he was coming to spend time with you.

“Back so soon?” You asked when the door to your quarters slid open but when you looked up your blood ran cold. Commander Ren stood just inside your doorway, his entire body seemed to vibrate with a dark energy you could feel and it frightened you. Hux coming in here steaming was one thing, Kylo Ren was an entirely different animal. “Can I help you Commander?” You asked softly not wanting to startle him or show any signs of aggression in case it triggered him. His breath was heavy and ragged as it filtered through his mask. You found yourself wondering what was under the helmet, was he human? Did he wear the mask because races other than humans weren’t generally accepted in the First Order? You tried to keep your expression blank as his hands rose slowly, the hiss and click of his mask sounded loud in the quiet and he pulled it off his head revealing a human face. The first thing you noticed was his shock of dark hair, you weren’t sure why but you weren’t expecting it to be hidden under that helmet, and the length...it showed he had no regard for the First Order regulations. His eyes were bright, a rich honey colour and they were fixated on you, his lips were full and plush, freckles dotted his pale skin and you couldn’t help but trace them to his ears. The tips protruded from his hair giving him a boyish look, he looked so young. So this was Leader Snoke’s apprentice, the wielder of the darkside and wrecker of your husband's ship.

“I had nowhere else to go.” His voice was deep and rich, it’s tones pleasing on your ears but you didn’t believe him for a second. Goosebumps rose over your skin as he reached for you, the tendrils of his power licking up the side of your neck and you shook your head.

“I can feel you.” You almost snapped and he withdrew. Surprise marking his handsome features and you realised he must wear the mask all the time so he wouldn’t be any good at hiding his expressions. “Why do you do it?”

“I want to know more about you.”

“Then just ask?” You didn’t have time for this, you knew Hux could appear at any moment and you didn’t want anything upsetting the General anymore. “You shouldn’t be here.”

“You have a sense of calm about you. It’s appealing.”

“That may be, Commander. But you need to find somewhere else to go.” You saw his gaze turn to the door moments before it opened, a look flickered across his face and his hands tightened on his helmet. Your breath stuttered as Hux walked in, if he was an animal his hackles would have been raised. His shoulders were back pushing his chest out, his green eyes spitting fire at the Commander, their gazes locked in a silent battle. “The Commander was just leaving.” You said loudly leaving no doubt from your tone that he was an unwelcome guest. Hux moved behind Ren breaking the eye contact between them, the taller man looked at you and momentarily he looked lost. It was fleeting, a haunted shadow flying across his expression and it sowed that single seed of doubt in your mind. The mask was slipped back over his head and once again he was the faceless monster that terrorized the contents of the ship. He left without a word and you looked at Hux, one hand was behind his back, the other was clenched before his chest as he surveyed the rushing light of hyperspace out of your viewport. You got up and went to stand next to him, you wanted to reassure him but something told you not to speak at all. You noted the way his jaw clenched over and over again, his thumb flexing over his closed fingers, the way his nostrils flared slightly as he took a breath making his chest heave. The tension in the room was becoming unbearable and you desperately wanted to say something to break it, you wanted him to yell or tell you off, even just look at you. Anything was better than this gut wrenching silence. You toyed with the hem of your outfit trying to distract yourself from what was possibly going through your husband's mind. It was late and you were tired, so he must be utterly exhausted. You turned to him, your sudden movement making him flinch slightly.

“Are you hungry?” He barely shifted to acknowledge your question but you were already moving. “I have some Jogan fruit I can prepare.” You didn’t wait for a reply. Dragging a knife from the stand in your little kitchen area, grabbing a plate and you began to slice the fruit into slices. You pulled a bottle of wine from the cooler and laid it all on the table, but he didn’t move, his back still rigid with whatever feeling he was trying to contain within himself. You broke to seal and poured two glasses, slowly moving back to his side and offering him the glass. To your relief he took it, a soft nod dislodged some of his flaming red hair and it fell across his brow. You eyed it for a moment before commenting. “It looks long,” you said softly.

“Yes, I noticed that this morning.” His voice cracked slightly and you wanted nothing more than to take him into your arms and stroke his hair until he fell asleep but you knew he’d recoil if you did, so you settled for comforting him in the only way you knew he’d accept. Just standing in his presence and silently letting him know he wasn’t alone.

“Who normally cuts your hair?” His feet shifted and for the first time you watched as he ran a hand through it, ruffling more strands and a look of disgust crossed his features for a moment.

“I don’t know, I try not to look at them because…” he trailed off looking down at his glass and it dawned on you, they would have to touch him. You felt your heart expand, what had happened to make him so fearful of something as simple as touching?

“You know, I used to cut my fathers hair. I could give it a go.” He looked at you, both brows raised in surprise as he rolled his lips after a sip of wine, you couldn’t help but smile slightly now he looked like he was relaxing a little. “Only if you want me to….”

“Yes.” His answer seemed to shock him slightly and he took another gulp of wine, his gaze turning back out to the lights and you marvelled at how they reflected in his eyes and darted across his handsome face giving him an otherworldly appearance.

“Now?” You asked hopefully. His fingers fiddled on the glass, his gaze darting to the side and you saw his throat bob as he swallowed hard. “We don’t have to,” you suggested trying to backtrack.

“It needs doing.” He necked the rest of the wine and turned to pour some more.

“Ok well I’ll need it wet, luckily for you I have a comb and some decent scissors from Arkanis.” His face paled and he rocked on his heels slightly, his knuckles whiting out with his tight grip on the glass. You stepped into the refresher and laid a towel for him. “I’ll wait outside, I just need you to wet your hair,” you reassured him. Your entire body ached seeing him react this way and you made a note to question Phasma in more depth about his past. He strode past you without a glance and locked himself in the ‘fresher, you had no idea how long he’d be so you decided to sit and wait at the table. Picking up your datapad you’d barely read a page when the door reopened.

Your breath puffed out of you at the sight of him with wet hair, his tunic was undone at the top and you tried to keep your expression neutral as a rich flush threatened to engulf your body. He was the most handsome you’d seen him and he was letting you touch him. You couldn’t ruin this now. You gently tapped on the chair and he made his way over to you, sitting carefully down, his bare hands tugged on his top like he was uncomfortable, his back was dead straight and the first thing you did was put his glass back in his hand. You stepped behind him seeing the subtle shift in his shoulders as the tension gathered in his neck, the muscles corded and you could see his jaw clenching tightly.

“I’m going to brush your hair,” you stated softly. The comb was dark as it ran smoothly through his stunning hair, you’d never seen a colour like it, so bright and vibrant. The appropriate crowning glory for such a man. “Now I’m going to start cutting, please don’t move.” You bent down using the comb to create a straight line and you just trimmed and blended his hair in as much as possible. For the top you ran your hand through the silky firery strands, trying not to get carried away with the feel of them between your fingers. The dampness was cool on your skin and you bit your lip as you tried to concentrate. You wanted nothing more than to touch his hair all the time, this was the longest you’d been in close proximity to him, physically touching him and it made your heart thud loudly. When you came to the front you saw his eyes were closed, a little wrinkle appearing as he screwed up his nose at the sensation of stray strands landing on his face. You softly blew on his pale skin, close enough to see the gentle smattering of freckles across his nose and cheeks. He flinched but didn’t pull away even if his hands balled into fists. You murmured an apology, running the comb through once more before declaring he was done. You went to brush off his shoulders but he rose suddenly and you caught the way his hands shook as he dusted himself down. He swept them over his shoulders and down his arms before straightening his uniform, his hair freshly washed and cut meant it fell freely across his brow and he ran a hand through it, clearly irritated that it was in his face. His eyes met yours for a moment before he cleared his throat.

“I should be going.” He said firmly, picking up his gloves from the table and heading to the door.

“Goodnight, Armitage.” You turned to gaze at him over your shoulder and he dipped his gaze slightly.

“Goodnight.” He replied through stiff lips before leaving you alone, once again.

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hildagirl99 · 5 years ago

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The wrath of Winter

Part 5

They all go out and before them stood the chief of the Ojibwa tribe. Tall, skinny with a crown of white feathers.

"Hau, Wakicuza." said Lorelei, lowering her head in respect.

He responds with a nod.

"Uhg great chef!" said Bill, raising his hand.

"Taku? (* What?) Wasicu (* white man) weird." said the chief, narrowing his eyes.

Lorelei nudges Bill.

"Do you want to lynch us or what? Say the same thing as me!"

"Sorry, um ... Hau, Wakicuza, are you okay?"

"Alkoun Na ... you came back." said the chief, smiling.

"Ya, but my name is Lorelei, great Wakicuza."

"Lo-re-lei? Mmmh… Alkoun Na, better."

"Okay, hehe…"

"Why did you pass through our territory?" he asks.

"We have to go to town for my ... for Penny, wife Peta! Because she's having a baby."

"I see…"

"Um ... why did you save us?" she asks.

"You love that Wakayaja Waniyetu freezes you and your pale faces friends?"

"Waka ... what?"

"Wakayaja Waniyetu means the winter child! It is he who is the winter season." said Aiyanna, next to her.

"Has he been causing the cold for months?" Lorelei asks.

"Ya ... because he got mad at white men. That's why he attacked you."

Lorelei feels uncomfortable.

"But ... what have we done?"

"Oh, neither you nor your white friends hurt. But the other white men."

"One of yours has kidnapped Wakayaja Bloketu (* the summer child)! Wakayaja Waniyetu will lead the Wasicu to eternal winter!" said the chief in a loud voice.

Lorelei and Bill look at each other. They were asking the same question.

"But how do we stop this?"

"No choice but to sacrifice wife Peta to Wakayaja Waniyetu, to appease her anger."

This sentence freezes Lorelei and Bill's blood. Do they sacrifice Penny to quell the wrath of a season?

"Wait wait wait? Are you going to kill her? But she is pregnant! Bunch of madmen! You will have to beat me over the body!" Said Bill.

"Calm down, pale face! You will pass first, if you wish! At the full moon!"

"Huh? But ..."

"Shut up! My brothers! Watch him before the sacrifice!"

Some Indians lead him far from Lorelei, under another teepee.

"Wakicuza! Wait! He's a friend! He, Penny and I had nothing to do with the summer kidnapping! There is bound to be a solution other than death!"

The chief looks at her attentively and turns his back on her.

"You know death, you will be spared." he says.

"Huh? But why not kill us all? I'm a pale face too!"

"You are sacred in the tribe, courageous, fearless, divinity, respectful of the kingdom of the dead."

"I am not a goddess ... you cannot kill them, they are innocent, Wakicuza, please ..."

The chef took a deep breath. But without response. Lorelei stands before him.

"Let me find those who kidnapped Wakayaja Bloketu."

"Would you do that?"

"Give me a deadline, the full moon is in two days, I will bring back the summer and punish the thugs."

"And if you fail, sacrifice will happen."

"I'm just asking you to treat them well in the meantime, especially wife Peta."

"Ya Alkoun Na. Deal?" he said, spitting on the ground.

Lorelei does not hesitate, she does the same.

"And we will treat wife Peta well in the meantime."

"As for the pale face, treat him well too but have a little authority over it, it is a bit ... crazy, but it is nice."

"Ya, Alkoun Na. But beware anyway! He has a thunderbolt on him."

"Don't worry, it is used only rarely." she said as she returned to the camp.

She comes back to the tipi where Bill was taken.

"Lorelei… tell me it's a joke! They won't sacrifice us! Huh?"

"I made arrangements with him and you will have to accept this deal too."

"What deal?"

"I told them that I will find the thugs who kidnapped the summer child, if in two days I fail, they will make the sacrifice, you and Penny. In the meantime they will take care of you two."

"What ?! But you're completely crazy! Would you dare sacrifice your loved ones if you fail? Have you thought about Penny and the baby? Have you thought about me ?!" said Bill, hysterical.

"They believe in me to bring back summer, they think I am a god. I prefer to go alone."

"Alone ... selfish as usual ... and what am I going to say to Penny? She'll be even more stressed!"

"Bill… believe me, it's better for you to watch Penny. And you won't tell her anything."

"Is that it ... to wait quietly for someone to execute us?"

"She won't stay alone! You stay with her! That's all!"

Bill is silent, looking contemptuously at Lorelei.

"Tell me you won't fail ..."

"You trust me ?" she asks.

"Of course…"

"I'll do anything to get you out of there."

"I would have done better to be frozen, instead of ending up in the hands of the Indians."

"Bill ... don't take it like this, please."

He leaves the teepee, annoyed.

"Are you angry?" asks Aiyanna, before him.

"No, I'm super happy to hear that I am being sacrificed ..." said Bill with a forced smile.

"I heard everything ... the sacrifice will not be."

"Huh?"

"Alkoun Na is not going to fail, I am against that, it's a horrible sacrifice."

"So much the better! I'm sorry she abandons us!"

"You can speak correctly with me, don't be bloza (*idiot) Are you mad at Alkoun Na?" Aiyanna asks insistently.

"Leave me alone… I'm going to see Penny." he said as he left.

The young Indian girl follows him to the tipi where Penny still seemed to be in pain.

"Penny… is everything all right?"

"Her work has started." said the shaman next to her.

"Huh? She lost the waters?"

"Baby moves a lot! Lots of contractions."

"Gnnnh ... it's getting common." said Penny, reaching out.

"At 8 months? It's a bit early. Don't worry, I'm here."

"And Lorelei? Where is she?"

"She's chatting with the chef ..." said Bill, not wanting to stress her out.

"Why are you lying?" said Aiyanna.

"I told you to leave me alone! Go back to your tom-tom and leave me alone! Shit!" writes Bill.

Aiyanna felt hurt, she went out crying.

"But what's wrong with you?" asks Penny.

"I ..." Bill regrets his words. He went too far.

"I hope you're going to apologize and right away."

"I was planning to do it ..." he ran out and soon found her.

"Eh! You! Uh ... you! Excuse me, I ... I got a little carried away." he said arriving breathless.

"I don't want your apologies." she said, fleeing from her gaze.

"No, sincerely ... I am ..."

"You, Wasicu (*pale face/ white man)! Don't come near!" says a man who appears as a sudden shadow.

A fairly tall, heavy-bodied Indian steps in front of him, crossing his arms.

"Huh ... I can't compete. Look, buddy, we're not going to fight, I just want to talk to the girl behind you."

"Don't come near Mitaka ki (* my little sister)!" he said, still looking threatening.

"Okay, okay, I'm going ..." said Bill, stepping back.

"Wasicu ape niye?" (*white man hit you?) asks the Indian to Aiyanna.

"Hiya (*no) ... Just nervous Wasicu… need to be alone. Pilamaye Ciye (*thank you big brother)."

After dark, the Indians invite Bill and Lorelei to eat. Lorelei went from time to time to the teepee where Penny was still resting there.

"Can't you get up?" she asks.

"No ... my legs hurt, I'm not talking to you about my stomach, I feel like it's going to happen." replies Penny.

"I will stay with you tonight, tomorrow I will leave."

"Huh? Leave? Why?"

"I'll explain everything to you…"

After 5 minutes of explanation, Penny held her breath.

"Lorelei… I want you to be careful. Tracing a child should be easy, but escaping the kidnappers is risky."

"Don't worry Penny, I'll hurry. Bill will look after you." said Lorelei, kissing her hand.

However, she didn't tell her about the sacrifice, she didn't want to worry her any more. Outside, Bill was away from the tribe on a rock, he wanted to isolate himself. Aiyanna watched him from a distance, having pity on him, she took a few pieces of meat and joined him.

"You are hungry ... so take talo (*meat)" she said, keeping her distance.

Bill does not react, blowing smoke from his cigar and says:

"I'm not hungry…"

She approaches him, putting down the plate and grabbing the cigar.

"Not good for your lungs ..." she said, throwing it away.

"Shouldn't I have been away from you? After all, we are two different species." said Bill, turning his back on her.

"Do you think us, Indians, are savages?"

"No… just a little not civilized enough."

"You are very closed to the Indian world. You have the same vision as other white men, but you don't think what you say ... I feel that you, very different." she said approaching.

"We shouldn't have met." said Bill, still turned around.

"Do you think I'm wild?" she asks.

He discreetly turns around and looks at her.

"No ... no. Just ... you ..."

"Different from you?"

"No… you and me… we are the same but raised differently, perhaps."

She smiles and takes his hand, sticking it on hers, on the 4 fingers.

"See? Do you see any differences?"

"Huh… no." said Bill who felt himself blushing.

"You, me, the same."

He withdraws his hand, looking her in the eyes.

"I'm sorry for a while ago ... I don't know what to say when I got angry, I had quarreled with Lorelei and I ..." she puts a finger on his mouth.

"You forgave. You might be bloza but you'd be a funny cowboy."

"Hehe… it is true that I can be funny but I am not just any cowboy, I am a bandit."

"Thief? Showdown Bandit ?"

"Huh ... yes? How do you know this name?"

"You known for being a good lonely bandit who saves the poor by stealing a golden house?"

"Yes, It's bank, that's it."

"You good heart."

"Excuse me, but what is your name?"

"Aiyanna. How about you?" she said smiling

"You can just call me Bill." he said, smiling back.

"So eat talo, it's going to be cold." said the Indian, rising.

"Before leaving, who was the big guy with you?"

"Oh, Him Sukawaka Oha Ko!"

"Huh ... and that means?"

"Him my big brother! His name mean Fast Horse"

"I'm going to call him Suka, it's going to be fine."

"Hahaha! You funny! But why not love him on the other hand. He is very protective."

"Pfff I'm not afraid of that." said Bill with a wink.

"Join us after eating, sungmanitu (* coyotes) roam the night." she said as she left.

When he arrived, his brother was waiting for her.

"Where were you ?"

"I communicated with the ancestors." she says.

"Don't lie! You were with the white man!"

"Sukawaka… he's not who you think he is. He's Nice and funny!"

"Tricky and clever white man, you beware. Keep your distance from him."

"Stop being protective and suspicious."

"Ate (* father) wouldn't have died if he hadn't approached Wasicu. Me still responsible for you." said Suka, placing his hand on her little sister's shoulder, dragging her to the gathering.

To be continued...

Part 4 :

#my fanfiction #lorelei undertaker #penny hemsworth #Bill #showdown bandit oc #showdown bandit #Suka #Aiyanna #miss undertaker

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go-hux-yourself · 5 years ago

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Holdout

Request fill for @thethespacecoyote: Hux trying and failing to keep his pregnancy secret from SL kylo because he thinks he wont want it but when kylo does find out, he's SOFT. YES this is right up my alley let’s do it!

Also on my ao3 here :) My masterlist archive of bullshit i write can be found linked at the top of the blog or here.

He’d thought he could hide it.

A tall order when dealing with a mind-reader, but Hux was certain Kylo would have neither the inclination nor the interest in the rearing of children, so the alpha was left in the dark about the pregnancy.

It would be a while more before the omega’s lithe stature gave away his secret. A while more for Hux to figure out how to hide it from a Supreme Leader that sometimes shared his bed, but had no greater urge in life than that which to hunt down every last faction the Resistance still had left.

Kylo had let it consume him, as if there were something he needed to prove, and his sole focus had kept him from Hux’s bed for weeks now. The First Order had been keeping very busy indeed; little time for attention on personal matters.

Hux hadn’t even noticed his heat was two week’s past, so embroiled in the detailed movements of the Supreme Leader and their various military incursions was he. Intelligence was coming in from various posts in the galaxy, and Kylo left Hux to delegate as he personally searched after leads. It was an exhausting amount of work, and one that prioritized sleep well over any ideas so strenuous as sex.

One exhausted moment of introspection about how he was sure to stress himself right into heat he was so tired, and Hux realized with dread that he was actually overdue for his own.

One panicked visit with a medical droid whose memory he wiped immediately after, and Hux was blankly faced with the fact that he was just over two months pregnant with the Supreme Leader’s pup.

It was far from an ideal situation.

Unbonded. The solidity of his relationship with Ren tumultuous at most. They got along best between the sheets, though professionally they still butted heads a great deal.

It was clear that his priorities and that of the new Supreme Leader went in opposite directions towards the same goal of conquest. They both wanted the old galactic systems of rule to die. Peace from war. Order. Crime punished, and people efficiently managed into a working system of governance.

Ren thought the destruction of the order of the Jedi would secure that end, and meanwhile Hux sent battalions of stormtroopers after Resistance hideouts to strike hard and fast with confirmed intelligence. But Ren was clear that he wanted every lead chased, every whisper checked out, and it spread their resources far too thin, their net cast just a bit wider than Hux would say was effective. Much of the crew had pulled extended shifts in order to deal with the heavier workload and sifting through gathered intel, and Hux was no exception.

His own duties as General kept him far too busy to add an infant to the mix. The idea of sending his own progeny away from him into the First Order nurseries, and subsequently into his Stormtrooper program, would never be an option. He’d never much entertained the idea of having children but already he was fiercely possessive about the pup inside him. His father might not have wanted him, but he desperately wanted his own.

Hux liked kids. They were moldable, adaptable, and the idea of being the father he never had-- to love, to cuddle, to teach his own child to carve out their destiny- plucked at some sore spot inside of him that would do anything to keep it.

When weighing the possible outcomes of telling Kylo, his mind easily imagined the worst scenarios, hard-based on their once-violent professional relationship. Even in the better-case scenarios, he couldn’t imagine a Kylo that would choose fatherhood over being Supreme Leader; to prioritize time for a pup over waging war. And with his hang-ups over family-- ignoring Hux’s own for the moment- his concerns weren’t just over Kylo’s indifference; he was worried the alpha would actively not want it.

Even now with their sometimes-heated arguments, he wasn’t necessarily afraid of the other man. Kylo had promised to never use the force against him in such a manner again, and while Hux did believe him, the cynical, protective part of himself still decided it wasn’t worth risking the not-yet-visible bump on his middle.

He could take being thrown about by the Force-- the terror didn’t do him any physical harm like the hard edges of console once had- but if Ren were to be particularly upset upon Hux’s insistence on keeping it-- in wanting some say in choosing just who would be siring any heirs to his reign- it wouldn’t take much to make the omega miscarry.

So Hux kept quiet, abandoning any ideas of letting the alpha know, and trying to formulate some plan to keep it from the other man’s notice before and after it was born. He had a lot to prepare, and many plans to make.

He didn’t mention it when Ren returned from some trek through an icy moon, warming himself around Hux for the first time in weeks with kisses and touches he’d sorely missed. And when Ren left on some mission again without even bothering to inform him, he felt vindicated in his choice to not inform the alpha in fair play.

Hux began his plan of discouraging their trysts when his belly began to show obvious signs of the pup there, pleading exhaustion to their workload that he followed up with a jab about how surely their Supreme Leader couldn’t spare the time to fuck him when he didn’t even have enough time to inform the fleet when and where he took off to at a whim. It only helped matters that, in terms of security, Hux’s jab was in-line with current Order protocol for high-ranking officers. As Supreme Leader, that made him the rule, rather than the exception.

It played well right into Kylo’s own petty sense of spite, and he’d declared that two could play at this game; if the man thought he could dictate when they’d fuck, then Kylo could wait until Hux became so frustated for his knot that he’d be begging his way back into the alpha’s bed.

That had been about three months prior, and the past three weeks Hux had been growing considerably concerned that his greatcoat could no longer hide the prominent bulge of his pup beneath his modified uniform. Holo-calls instead of in-person meetings, and general avoidance of one-another was the only thing standing between Hux and Kylo finding out his secret. But he knew that the further along the pup got, the more difficult his plan would be.

Thankfully, one could always count on Kylo being far more petty than he. The alpha avoided direct-contact with him (even if he made allusions to innuendo in order to frustrate Hux on their private calls), but by some mercy of the galaxy, Hux’s secret was still unknown by the Supreme Leader.

He knew his scent must be unmistakable now, and he was fairly certain that the inquisitive little looks he saw Mitaka give him were informed of the fact that their commander was pregnant. It was a credit to his crew that they largely pretended otherwise. Hux did the same, continuing in his duties no matter how his feet hurt or his back ached, trying in vain to keep to his usual routine and workload when his body was busy growing a little person.

If Hux’s crew didn’t know he was pregnant before, then when he’d collapsed from exhaustion on the bridge, they certainly did after.

Waking up on his back minutes later with Mitaka and petty officer Thanisson leaned over him was as disorienting as it was embarrassing, and Hux tried to right himself before the worried voice of his lieutenant gave him pause.

“Sir! General, please, we’ve called for a hover-stretcher--” Mitaka’s concerned voice informed, the other omega’s hands palm-up as if to deter him from getting to his feet. It was clear he wanted to touch Hux to keep him down, but also wouldn’t dare to do so without permission.

Thanisson got to his feet, informing those alerted that Hux had regained consciousness. Mitaka kept his place at Hux’s side.

“Hover-stretcher?” Hux repeated, cheeks growing a bit red as it sank in that not for the first time in his career, he was laid out flat on the bridge of his own star ship. His eyes darted around, passing over Thanisson’s face as the beta was speaking to presumed medical officers on comm. Mitaka’s gaze settled on Hux’s belly more than once, and Hux realized the telling-bump in his uniform was clearly visible in the way his greatcoat had fallen open on his figure. The stretch of modified, regulation pregnancy-attire over his belly was informing of its own, but splayed out on the flat of his back, it became wildly apparent that he wasn’t just pregnant, but heavily pregnant. Hux could curse Ren’s imposingly large stature later for what was surely going to be a pup that would take after its sire’s height, but for now, he focused on keeping his breathing even and deep even as his heart rate sped up. This wasn’t knowledge he could easily take back.

It was telling in the way that the other officers on-deck kept their attentions on their stations and not on the general lying prone on the floor. His secret was thoroughly exposed, even if the crew willfully ignored the spectacle as Mitaka personally fussed. He didn’t know if the crew were doing it for his benefit or his dignity, but the shock of their general effectively passing-out on-duty would have been cause for the exact opposite of focus on their jobs. That they weren’t gawking told him plenty.

The thought made Hux flush deeper.

“You collapsed, sir,” Mitaka informed in a gentle, respectful tone. “Until the medical team gets here...” his eyes darted to Hux’s belly in concerned meaning as he trailed off, still not touching the other man but gesturing for him to remain where he was.

Hux realized with gratitude that Mitaka was trying even now to be discreet, but as it was abundantly clear that the entire bridge now knew that someone had bred their general, not mentioning his belly for what it was was a practice in well-meaning futility. “I’m fine, Lieutenant.”

“But sir, your--”

He wanted to snap at the other man for defying him, but it was clear in the way Mitaka’s eyes continued to bounce back to his belly that the other omega was just worried about his pup. Maybe it was hormones, or just stress, but Hux appreciated the concern deeply. He bitterly thought it was nice that someone else cared about the pup, let alone knew of its existence, and also thought that that person should be Kylo.

The alpha was still hell-bent on waging his one-man wars on minor Resistance outposts than sharing Hux’s bed, though.

He reminded himself he’d chosen this, and that he’d have to step up his plans perhaps a bit sooner.

“Nothing feels wrong,” Hux informed as he managed himself to his knees, eyes scanning defensively over the crew as he possessively touched over his belly with both hands. Thanisson politely looked away; Mitaka awaited instructions. “Help me to my feet, Lieutenant.”

Mitaka stood, uncertain about how or where to touch the general, but Hux just extended a gloved hand to the other man, more than capable of still hauling himself around, albeit a bit cumbered. He pulled himself to his feet with Mitaka’s forearm.

“...Sir?”

Hux felt nauseous, a little dizzy, but the adrenaline of that slight humiliation would be plenty to get him back to his quarters and between sheets that had lost Ren’s scent some time ago. He gave the other omega a look before gratefully removing his gloved hand from the man’s arm. “I shall retire to my quarters for the remainder of the shift. You may send a medical droid there. I leave the bridge to you.”

A look passed between Thanisson and Mitaka, but neither pressed the general on an escort. Their concern was palpable, but the last thing Hux wanted was an audience as he effectively retreated from the bridge. He wouldn’t faint twice if he had any say in the matter, and it was with that focus that his feet brought him without incident to his door, and he deposited himself in bed.

The medical unit that entered his quarters gave him a vitamin-drip and beeped out that he was anemic and overworked, but that his pup was okay. Nothing he frankly didn’t already know or suspect. He’d limited his own caf intake significantly since finding out about the pup, and he hadn’t used a stim in ages. The strain of working without stimulants had simply caught up with him.

It didn’t help that even with all his plans in motion, his hormones craved the alpha that had put him in this state; even as he was sure that Kylo wouldn’t be interested in it. Rather traipse across the galaxy in search of sith relics after snuffing out Resistance cells than spend his time chasing after Hux. Far too busy to indulge in a pregnant omega who was supposed to be his second-in-command with his first priority to the fleet.

He wrapped his arms over his belly reassuringly. He didn’t need Kylo. He didn’t want him. He could manage this all on his own. He could prove he could still keep the Order running as he always had, pregnant belly or no.

Hux considered wiping this incident-- and the record of the pregnancy- from his medical file once the droid was done with him, but considered it an act in futility. Too many eyes had seen what he’d been hiding, reinforcing what they must’ve suspected for months now. Whether it got around the ship or not could be deterred with the threat of reconditioning. Kylo never checked medical records anyway, and the pup would be here in a few short months besides.

He complied with the droid’s orders for rest, but his sleep was plagued with dreams of an uncertain future for his pup; a future both with and without Kylo in it.

Hux tossed in his sleep, waking from nightmares only to hunker down into the pillows defiantly. He placed a warm palm over his belly as if to soothe the pup from his own dreams.

It would be okay. It would all be okay.

Second chapter will be found on the ao3 post for this fic :)

kofi | ao3

#kylux fanfic #kylux #omegaverse #armitage hux #kylo ren #omega hux #alpha kylo ren #fanfic #my fic #all tags detailed on the ao3 post :)#mpreg #im still taking kylux and gingerpilot prompts btw :)#trying to get some short stuff done for funsies :D

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thewayofthetrashcompactor · 6 years ago

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CHAPTER NINE: NEW MOON (AO3)

Rating: T (M later) Words: 24,789 / 40k Tags: Rey/Ben Solo | Kylo Ren, Finn, Rose Tico, Unkar Plutt, Leia Organa, Snoke, Alternate Universe - Modern with Magic, Fairy Tale Elements, Moon, Scavenger Rey, Reylo Fanfiction Anthology, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, Rating May Change, Spoilers, Tags Contain Spoilers, Stop reading these tags if you don’t want to be spoiled, Selkies, Selkie Ben, The Force, Magic

Summary: Rey has a busy schedule: between her part time jobs, trying to get a degree, and breaking into certain people’s homes to steal items she can pawn off to Unkar Plutt, she doesn’t have time for anything mysterious or unusual. And she’s not exactly in the habit of returning lost property.

However, something gets her to make an exception. Which somehow mixes her up with Ben Solo, and that turns out to be a hard bond to break.

Notes: Thank you again to everyone who was part of the @reylofanfictionanthology and who helped make this happen. <3

@persimonne , incredible human that she is, made a beautiful piece of art for this fic, right here! Spoilers for the fic, but it’s one of my favorite things ever.

The weekend brought a rough day at the garage, with Teedo somehow even more irritable than usual. She kept her head down and finished her work as quickly as she could. Even then, he tried to keep her from leaving, claiming she was cheating him on her hours, but she finally escaped. She only had a couple hours before she had to be at the bar, and she found herself actually eager to spend time with Ben. She’d tried sensing the Force on her own, but she didn’t know how to use it like he did, and any research she’d tried only ended in conspiracy theories and fairy tales.

He’d shown up after her shift at the bar each night that week, never coming in, just waiting for her to come out. There wasn’t enough time in the walk back for them to practice much, but they talked, and she slowly learned more about the world she’d inadvertently stepped into. Ben was eager to tell her about the history of the Force and to teach her about the different creatures influenced by it. When it came to the First Order and his own past, he was more reluctant, but his unshakeable idea that he needed to protect her usually overcame his guilt.

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His new apartment was several blocks away from his old one, in a different direction from her apartment, but not any further. She walked over as soon as she got free of Teedo and found herself outside an apartment building that looked to be mostly rented by students. She climbed the stairs to the apartment number he’d given her and knocked on the door. This building looked more rundown than his last one, with more scuffs and dents along the hallway, but at the same time more welcoming. A rug sat outside the door, and she stared at it until the door swung open in front of her.

It wasn’t Ben. The man who stood in the doorway was several inches shorter and much slimmer. She blinked. “I think I have the wrong apartment -” she started, but then the sound of heavy footsteps came from inside the apartment and Ben appeared behind the other man.

“Oh, Ben, is this - ?” the stranger started, but Ben pulled the door open further around him, moving him out of the way.

“Yes, thank you, Mitaka,” Ben said, irritation and dismissal clear in his voice. “Rey, come on.” She walked into the apartment, smiling awkwardly at the other man as she passed.

“Hello-” he tried again, but Ben kept walking, and Rey followed him. He led her down a short hall and into a small bedroom at the end, cramped with a bed and a cheap desk.

“You have a roommate?” she blurted out as soon as he’d closed the door behind them.

Ben scowled. “As it turns out, it’s difficult to find a cheap apartment on short notice around here. Mitaka had a roommate drop out at the beginning of the semester, and he was desperate enough to take me.”

“You didn’t have anything to do with his roommate dropping, did you?” she asked, only half-joking.

He rolled his eyes. “No. If I was going to go that far, I could have found a better place.”

She glanced around the room and had to admit he had a point. The space wasn’t worth getting rid of someone else for. “So why move here at all then?”

#reylo #reylo fic #rffa writers #rey x kylo ren #benrey #crylo update #reylo writing den #my fic #between belief

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my-reylo · 6 years ago

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Chapters: 20/? Fandom: Star Wars Sequel Trilogy, Star Wars Episode VIII: The Last Jedi, Star Wars Episode VII: The Force Awakens Rating: Mature Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Kylo Ren/Rey, Rey/Ben Solo | Kylo Ren, Poe Dameron/Finn, Finn & Rey (Star Wars), Phasma & Rey, Leia Organa/Han Solo, Han Solo & Ben Solo, Armitage Hux/Rose Tico Characters: Rey (Star Wars), Ben Solo | Kylo Ren, Finn (Star Wars), kyloctopus, Maz Kanata, Moden Canady, Dopheld Mitaka, Wedge Antilles, Leia Organa, Kaydel Ko Connix, Chewbacca (Star Wars), Han Solo, Luke Skywalker, Snoke (Star Wars), Poe Dameron, Original Child Character(s), BB-8 (Star Wars), Phasma (Star Wars), Unkar Plutt, Captain Peavey, Raymus Antilles, Laze "Fixer" Loneozner, Biggs Darklighter, Amilyn Holdo, Temmin "Snap" Wexley, Gavin Darklighter, Jessika Pava Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Alternate Universe - Coffee Shops & Cafés, South West Coast, Cornwall, Never eat cheese too close to bedtime, Camping, Gilbert and Sullivan, Humour, Fluff and Smut, Domestic Fluff, Romantic Fluff, Dead Dove: Do Not Eat, Tentacles, Kylo/Ben has Tentacles, Did I mention tentacles?, Slow Burn, Pining, Calligraphy, The moon is made of cheese, Rey POV, Kylo POV, Ben Solo missing... presumed... missing., Sharp turn into Gothic Romance, The moon is watching and waiting, Angst, Pain boat-train, Not really slow burn as some one (the author) is busy pouring gasoline all over the place, Bees, Author is holding off on dropping the lit match, The Force is Poetry, Rey's brain makes unhelpful remarks, Oral Sex, Sexual Roleplay, Andrew Marvell, Dropped match, Ben Solo is a fan of the Metaphysical Poets, john donne, Sea POV, Force Bond (Star Wars), The Sea is the Cosmic and Living Force in a way, BB-8 is a pet, but not a dog or a cat, or at present a hamster, BB the eighth, The moon exerts a powerful influence, Artoo is either her car or the radio..., Phasma and Rey Paintballers extraordinare, The Moon/Selene, The Sea/Thalassa, Rey is always good for pepperoni pizza and a bedtime story, Poorly disguised Young Ones reference, So much angst, Hints of Snoke, Flashbacks, Ben and Han Solo get along really well, That is their tragedy, The dread is dialled up to eleven, flash back, M R James-esque-ness out in force, analogue with inappropriate use of the Force, Mab is Maz, You've had your pig livers now it's time for the capri-suns, A few more pig-livers I'm afraid, Snoke POV, Snoke Snoking, Good Omens References, intense hand holding, a reversal of Hylas and the Nymphs, Extremely annoyed and frustrated Rey, very brief passing mention of miscarriage, Minor Character Death, Han Solo POV, Sensual Name Writing, Chekov's Calligraphy Brushes, I wrote the Han Solo woodchopping scene before I knew about the comic!, so technically octopi have eight arms not tentacles..., regardless Ben has a slight hang up, questionable but enjoyable use of calligraphy skills, passing reference to pregnancy Summary:

For the last two years, Rey had poured her heart and soul and savings into the ramshackle cottage that she had unaccountably decided to turn in to a coffee shop after escaping the rat race in London. Her friends had thought her mad until they saw the small cove and tasted the coffee, upon which they changed their initial estimation to eccentric. Then they met her husband and all became clear. Who could blame her for leaving civilisation and all its stressors behind to spend her life with a man with those eyes...and that voice.

#reylo #kylo ren #rey of jakku #fic #wip but damn this is intricate and full of myhtology and just so damn good

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adamderiver · 7 years ago

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Night at Hosnian Farms

for @huxloween day 2: corn maze (3.4k, benarmie)

Of all the fall festivities he’s forced to participate in because of high school marching band, Hux thinks their night at the corn maze is his favorite. It doesn’t involve any American football, freshman welcome rallies, or screaming fans. Tonight, the only screams will be ones of fright as First Order High School Marching Band takes on Hosnian Farms’ Corn Maze of Terror.

Drum major Phasma says that the trip is all in the spirit of marching band bonding, and it’s practically tradition by now, since it’s their third consecutive year of driving an hour out of town to Hosnian Farms. Everyone in the band with a drivers’ license—even some with only learner’s permits—fills up their cars with band students and begins the long drive into the early October night.

This year, Hux is stuck riding with Mitaka. Apparently Mitaka’s nerves while playing his clarinet also extend to driving distances farther than ten miles, because his white-knuckled grip on the steering wheel appears almost skeletal as he crawls along the highway at an obnoxiously slow speed.

Honestly, Hux thinks he would be a better driver, and he won’t be sixteen for another two months.

“When’s the exit?” Mitaka asks, eyes never leaving the taillights of Phasma’s Subaru.

“Not for another fifteen miles,” Hux says, flicking back to the page of his phone with the map. Since Hux sat in the passenger’s seat, he received the wonderful honor of being Mitaka’s navigator.

“Okay, just let me know when it’s coming up, I don’t want to miss it.”

Hux doesn’t deign that with a reply, choosing instead to watch the cars going in the other direction race past. It’s only eight o’clock, but it’s already dark enough to turn the oncoming headlights into stars shooting across the night.

It’s only been approximately thirty sections before Mitaka feels he must speak again. “What do you think the theme’s going to be this year? Last year it was zombies.”

“I heard that the year before that, it was clowns,” says Thanisson from the backseat. “They would crawl around on the ground and grab your ankles.”

“How would you know? You weren’t even there,” snaps Unamo. They’re both sophomores, like Hux, so neither of them would’ve been in high school for the supposed year of ankle-grabbing clowns.

“If it is clowns again, I’m leaving,” Mitaka says.

“You can’t go home; you’re our ride,” Hux points out, sighing. It’s just like all of them, to suck the fun out of even this. At least he might get to watch some of them scream.

“Right.” Mitaka bites his lip. “Hux, is the exit coming up?”

“Not for another thirteen miles.”

“Okay, just. I don’t want to miss it.”

Even after all of that, Mitaka does almost miss it, having to swing his Prius around the sharp turn in probably the most reckless driving maneuver Mitaka will ever execute in his life. It’s partially Hux’s fault, since he wasn’t paying as close attention as he should’ve been to Google Maps, and if it was anyone other than Mitaka, he’d have gotten yelled at.

Mitaka parks in the grassy field designated “Parking Graveyard” right next to Phasma, who beckons Hux over.

“Hux! Are you ready for this?” She’s practically bouncing with excitement, and that’s saying a lot, considering that Phasma is someone who never bounces.

“I suppose so,” he replies, feigning boredom by looking at his fingernails. It’s a game he and Phasma like to play, seeing who can appear to care the least about everything.

Phasma punches him on the arm, a signal to quit the game, and Hux cracks a smile.

“Everyone, let’s gather ‘round!” she says, addressing the whole band now. “It’s five dollars to get in, and then you’re free to wander the maze…at your own risk.” Phasma smiles wickedly at the underclassmen, trying to scare them.

As they all make their way down the path to the ticket stand, one of Phasma’s other friends shouts, “Seniors first!” and cuts to the front of the line of band students.

“Really?” Hux mutters to Phasma.

“Sorry, Hux,” she says, running to the front of the line. “I hear it’s more fun in the back, anyway!”

Right. If it was anything other than a haunted corn maze, Phasma would’ve stuck with him in the back with the other sophomores. She couldn’t care less about ridiculous seniority traditions.

At the front of the line, Hux pays his five dollars and joins the rest of the sophomores as they have the rules explained to them.

“Stay on the path,” a too-cheerful man with a plastic meat cleaver sticking out of his chest tells them. “Don’t touch our actors and they won’t touch you. And I know there’s gonna be a lot of things jumping out at you, but please try to keep the language clean. There are kids here. Hmmm…what else, what else.” The man pauses, stroking the handle of his meat cleaver. “Oh, yeah! This year’s theme is Butcher Shop Massacre! So should I say, ‘bon appetite!’” He sweeps his arm over the entrance to the maze before backing away into the corn.

The people in front of Hux surge ahead, eager to get spooked by the “actors,” but Hux hangs back. It’ll be more scary if he’s not surrounded by squealing flute players. At the first junction of the maze, the large group decides to take a right. Hux makes sure to take a left, and then he’s alone in the corn maze.

With the floodlights of the parking section fading behind him, Hux is soon enclosed by the corn. The path is only wide enough for maybe two people to walk side-by-side, and the stalks of corn are tall enough to make Hux feel like an ant crawling through a grassy field. The stalks look nearly gray in the darkness, more similar to something from an alien planet than anything more earthly. The October air is just sharp enough for Hux to leave his jacket zipped, and the light of the half-moon barely illuminates the dirt path ahead of him.

Hux can still hear the shrieks and laughter from other parts of the maze, but they somehow seem far quieter than than the whispering of the wind through the stalks of corn around him. It almost seems like the night is conspiring against him, waiting to release its monsters at a moment’s notice.

A rustling sound causes Hux to stop in his tracks. Someone is preparing to jump out and scare him; he’s an easy target now that he’s alone. They’ll probably laugh if he screams, scared by whatever meat cleaver nonsense Hosnian Farms cooked up this year. No, he won’t give them the satisfaction of hearing him scream. He’ll be ready; nothing can sneak up on him.

The rustling gets louder, and Hux thinks he sees a flash of something metallic to his right. He shuffles slightly to the left, keeping his eyes trained on the corn across from him. There’s suddenly no movement. The whole field around him has gone still. Hux lets out a breath.

“Boo.”

The voice is right in Hux’s ear, so near that the person’s breath tickles his neck. Hux’s fight-or-flight instincts kick in, and before he knows it, he’s rounded on the actor and socked them right in the nose.

“Ow, what the fuck, man!”

The shadowy figure staggers out of the corn, a hand over his nose. Hux has to hold back another yelp of surprise at his appearance before he remembers that it’s all just makeup to make the actors look scarier. This man sure has gone above and beyond, with fake guts oozing out of a massive wound in his side, charred flesh decorating his shoulder, and a bloody gash bisecting his face. He takes his hands away from his nose, and Hux realizes that he’s actually younger than he originally thought. The boy is probably around his age.

“Did you not hear Poe say that you’re not allowed to touch the actors?! This is assault.” His low voice is pinched. “I could have you arrested!”

“It was a reflex!” Hux protests. He’s pretty sure that this boy is under no authority to have him arrested.

“Still! You punched me!” The boy takes off his black beanie and runs his fingers through his dark mess of hair. “And you made me break character.”

“Break character?” Hux scoffs. “This is a corn maze, not bloody Hollywood.”

“A good actor brings his best to every role,” he insists, crossing his arms. “I don’t expect you to understand.”

“Right.” Hux rolls his eyes. “How do you know that I won’t understand? For all you know I’m an acting student myself.”

“Please,” the boy snorts. “You’re in high school. Don’t try to pull this I-know-more-than-you bullshit on me.”

Hux sniffs, slightly offended. He always thought he looked mature for his age, passable as someone quite a few years older. Something about his bone structure, he thought. “You can’t be acting superior either, then. You can’t be older than I am.”

“Yeah, but I go to New Republic High School for the Arts,” he snaps. “So I actually know what I’m talking about.”

Hux wrinkles his nose. “Oh, you’re one of those.”

“The hell is that supposed to mean?” The boy crosses his arms.

“It means that you’re one of those kids whose parents told them that they’re special and sent them off to become artists and musicians, when really they should be learning how the real world works.” Hux pauses, but the other boy doesn’t interrupt him, so he continues. “Also, you all have ridiculous names better suited for hippies in the sixties than for the modern era. Or you have a normal name, like Henry or Kyle, but your parents decided to be ‘creative’ and add extra letters, or switch up the vowels.”

The boy doesn’t say anything, and Hux wonders if he caused some sort of brain trauma when he punched him. After waving his hand over the boy’s eyes, he blinks and begins to speak. “First of all, I can’t believe you just used the phrase ‘the modern era.’ Second, my name isn’t Kyl-o or some shit, it’s Ben. Ben Solo.” He holds out his hand to shake, and Hux stares at it incredulously.

Hux takes another look at their surroundings, the stalks of corn, the moon, the bloody makeup on Ben’s face, and says, “Seriously? You expect to make friends here?”

“Who says I want to make friends?” Ben growls in what could either be perceived as anger or an attempt at a sensual growl. Hux hopes it’s the former. Ben isn’t exactly his type, with his broad shoulders and the few inches of height that he has over Hux.

Well, Hux’s type also usually isn’t spilling fake guts over a tear in his black hoodie.

“Fine. I’m Hux.” Hux glances at the empty path ahead of them, trying to find a polite way to end the conversation. He suddenly remembers their marching band schedule; First Order HS is playing New Republic next Saturday. “Maybe I’ll see you at next weekend’s football game, when our schools play each other. It was nice to meet you.”

Hux is only able to take one step before Ben interrupts his departure.

“You play football?”

“No, I’m in the marching band.” Hux rolls his eyes and gestures to his thin frame. “Do you really think I have the build to be a football player?”

Ben studies him in the low light, resting his hand on his chin. “Probably not. You wouldn’t look good in all that padding, anyway.”

“Excuse me?” Hux swallows. Was he supposed to say thank you? Was that even a compliment?

Ben shrugs. “You know, you’re just. Good as is, I guess.”

“Well.” Is it awkward to exit the conversation now? Ben has certainly ruined the spooky mood for Hux.

“Well,” Ben echoes him, rubbing his hand over his lips before jerking back a step. “Shit. I’m bleeding.”

Hux looks at Ben’s face quizzically. “Isn’t that the point?”

“No, not my makeup, my nose! You punched me and now I’m bleeding!”

“Oh,” Hux says stupidly, still standing completely still as Ben hops up and down frantically, pinching the bridge of his nose. He tilts his head back, and at least Hux knows what to say now. “Don’t do that. Tilt your head forward so the blood doesn’t run down the back of your throat.”

Ben complies without complaint, tipping his head toward the ground. A couple drops of blood land softly in the dirt, and Hux almost laughs. Hosnian Farms’ haunted corn maze, now with authentic blood splatters.

“I’m gonna go find the medical tent,” Ben mumbles, taking two steps farther along the path before stopping. He looks back over his shoulder, face still marred by both his fake wound and his Hux-inflicted one. “Can you help me find the medical tent?”

Hux sighs. This was not what he signed up for when he got into Mitaka’s car an hour ago. “I suppose. Which way?”

Ben looks back and forth, considering.

“You don’t know?” Hux sighs. He’d be able to muster up some more compassion if Ben just had some damn common sense.

“Hey, gimme a break, I might be concussed.” Ben removes his hand from his nose and wipes the blood on his hoodie.

“That would explain a lot,” Hux mutters.

“It’s this way.” Ben points farther down the path, away from the entrance Hux had come from.

“Okay then.” Hux takes three steps past Ben, but before he knows it, Ben’s linking his arm through Hux’s. Hux turns his head to look pointedly at Ben, who is suddenly close enough for Hux to make out the tiny particles of makeup decorating his cheeks. He just gives Hux a half-shrug.

“I could be concussed. I could get dizzy and fall,” he says, his breath tickling Hux’s cheek. It’s very warm, especially in the cold night air, and Hux has to stop himself from leaning closer.

He always forgets how warm other people are, their breath and hands and mouths enough to set Hux on fire.

They shuffle along silently for an awkward minute, Hux dragging Ben along beside him. Hux doesn’t know why Ben’s long legs can’t keep up with his powerful strides. Maybe he just likes to be dragged.

“You can turn left here,” Ben says, tugging on Hux’s arm.

“There’s no turn here.” Hux gestures to the wall of corn to their left. For the first time, he starts to wonder if Ben really is concussed.

“I know. It’s a shortcut. C’mon.”

“A minute ago you could barely remember which way the damn thing was, and now you think you know a shortcut?!”

“Yeah, it’ll be a lot faster, trust me.” Ben tugs on Hux’s arm again, and Hux sighs and steps into the corn.

When Hux said he wanted an immersive corn maze experience, he thought he was being a bit more metaphorical.

The stalks brush Hux’s arms as he weaves through the corn after Ben, their earthy scent surrounding the two of them as the moonlight reflects off Ben’s dark hair. At this point Ben is pulling him by his hand, staying almost a full step ahead of Hux. Hux doesn’t remember when Ben laced their fingers together, and he’s almost glad it happened without his notice. Otherwise, he would’ve protested, and Ben’s hands are quite warm. They have a quality of security to them, slightly calloused and covering his own. It’s nice in a way that Hux doesn’t want to explain.

Ben leads him in a weaving pattern that Hux is sure can’t be a shortcut of any kind. They seem to be getting farther from the corn maze itself, since the shrieks and laughter of Hux’s bandmates are fading behind them. It seems to get darker with each footstep, Ben’s fake injuries looking more real by the second. It almost seems as if Hux is truly being led out into a cornfield by some kind of monster.

“We’re lost.” Hux doesn’t phrase it as a question, too preoccupied with imagining the search party stumbling upon his missing body, years later.

“No, we’re not.” Ben stops walking between two narrow rows and turns to face Hux, their linked hands hanging in the space between them.

“Then why have we stopped?”

Ben exhales. “Okay, Hux, I’m gonna level with you. We’re not lost, but we’re not headed to the medical tent either.”

“Then what…” Hux’s voice blows away with the wind that ruffles Ben’s hair around his face. His eyes are as bottomless as the night sky and as soft as velvet. “Then what…” Hux tries again.

Ben rolls his eyes to look up at the moon, takes a deep breath, steps forward, and kisses Hux.

It’s a thunderous moment, the blood pounding in Hux’s ears as he melts against Ben, Ben’s warmth, Ben’s soft lips. He tastes like cinnamon gum, as fiery as the blush crawling across Hux’s cheeks. Ben kisses Hux as if his lips can banish the chill from his bones, and the warmth blooms all the way down to Hux’s toes, bright as a bonfire.

Ben pulls away after several dizzying seconds. He stays close enough that they’re still sharing breath, noses nearly brushing.

“Um,” Ben breathes, “was that okay?”

“What the hell, Ben?” Hux whispers back, but his voice is as soft and breathy as Ben’s. “You’re supposed to ask that beforehand.”

“But that would’ve ruined the moment of spontaneity! Plus, you were totally checking me out earlier.”

Hux leans back and whacks Ben’s shoulder with his free hand, the other still twined with Ben’s. “I was not!”

“Yes, you were. The moment was right; it was romantic.”

“Romantic?” Hux repeats, looking at their surroundings. “You think stalks of corn are romantic?”

Ben rolls his eyes. “I was talking about the moonlight, not the dumb corn.”

“Still.” Hux attempts to frown at him. “The moonlight hardly makes up for the fact that you’re dressed like some kind of murder victim.”

“Uh, yeah, about that…” Ben leans in closer again. “You got some of my, uh, blood makeup on your face.”

For the first time since they broke apart, Hux notices that the bottom half of Ben’s bloody gash has been transformed into a red smear. It looks more like Ben was gnawing on Hux’s face rather than kissing it.

“Fucking hell, Ben, what am I going to tell my bandmates?” Hux pats his pockets, searching for his phone to check the damage.

“Here, I got it.” Ben licks his thumb and starts scrubbing it over the corner of Hux’s mouth.

“Stop, that’s disgusting.” Hux shoves Ben’s arm away, stepping back. He finally locates his phone in his jacket pocket and takes it out. He’s missed one message from Phasma: Where are you?? The rest of us are all through the maze and want to start driving back.

Ben frowns. “What? It’s just my spit. We were literally making out a minute ago.”

“That was hardly ‘making out,’” Hux comments as he untangles his fingers from Ben’s to text Phasma back. Be there in 5, he sends her.

“Oh, really?” Ben says, sliding closer. He places his hands on Hux’s hips. “I don’t think I’m quite clear on the difference. Can you give me a demonstration?”

“Ben, I really have to go, my friends are leaving.” Hux steps out of his embrace.

Ben’s face falls. “Oh. Was it the cheesy line? Did I push too far? I’m sorry, but everything was just going so well I thought I’d try to say something smooth—”

“Ben,” Hux interrupts. “You’re fine, but I really do have to go, so if you could show me back to the entrance to the maze…?”

“Oh. Sure.”

Ben still doesn’t move, so Hux hands him his phone. “Put your number in, and I’ll text you sometime.”

Ben grins, and Hux can’t help but smile too. His fake scar almost suits him.

By the time Hux emerges from the corn maze, Phasma looks like she’s about to send out a search party.

“Hux, what the hell, where were you?” She squints her eyes at him. “And what the fuck happened to your mouth?”

Hux reaches up a hand to touch where Ben’s makeup still stains the side of his face. “I was kissing monsters,” he says dryly.

Phasma laughs, not sure what to make of this response. “Sounds romantic.”

Hux glances up at the moon. “You know, it kind of was.”

#huxloween #day 2 #even though it's the end of day 31 #kylux #kylux fanfic #benarmie #my writing

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theblogoflav · 7 years ago

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Lav goes to Tokyo (4&5/6): Shopping Sprees

I deserve a high-five for successfully sticking to my DIY itinerary for my sweet and short ‘bleisure’ in Tokyo, Japan. Excel-ing my comprehensive plan was worth it after all. Unfortunately, the ‘Budget’ column was irrelevant for I spent WAY OVER than the self-imposed shopping limit. Who can’t resist if you’ve been itching to go to Tokyo since you were a nursery?

No regrets?

This photo was taken after spending a month worth of my salary on my first day in Tokyo.

*That’s my bed in the background. It’s evident I’m most excited to play with my new Totoro plushie and Sailormoon gachapons.*

Asakusa & Oshiage

Tokyo Skytree

When I was drafting my itinerary last April, I found out that the Tokyo Skytree is holding an “Attack on Skytree” exhibit at the Floor 450. I decided to allot more Yen to buy the extra ticket and the special merchandise only available on the floor. I got my sister, the person who influenced me to watch the anime series, three gachapons (i.e. two key chains and one screen featuring the titan shifters), a gold medallion-style keychain, and a keychain featuring Eren biting his left hand. I bought myself the Attack on Skytree tote bag. LOOK AT LEVI. WHO CAN’T RESIST THAT FACE?! Like, really?! And lastly, I can’t skip the Tokyo Skytree gift shop. Of course, I want to buy many, but my budget won’t allow me to do so. In the end, I only got a gold 5th anniversary miniature of Tokyo Skytree and a magnet. There’s one more gift shop in the lobby and it is much bigger than the one in Floor 350. Don’t spend everything when you’re up there. I swear.

Donguri Kyowakoku

I AM STILL MAD FOR NOT GETTING A TICKET TO THE STUDIO GHIBLI MUSEUM. I didn’t know they sold out fast. My hotel is just a few stations away from Mitaka. :( Anyway, this store is easy to find since it is along the stairs heading to the Tokyo Skytree. I thought my Yen 4,000 budget would be enough. I went beyond that because the tax-exemption applies for purchases for Yen 5,000 and above. On my shopping list are a Totoro plushie and a wallet. However, I saw this adorable Pochi purse and picked it up immediately. I also got a set of two limited edition Totoro finger puppets. I can’t find affordable merchandise for my favorite Studio Ghibli films (i.e. Only Yesterday, Whisper of the Heart, Princess Mononoke, and Laputa: Castle in the Sky). I really want the Castle in the Sky tote bag but I already my Attack on Skytree tote bag. I dropped it or else I’ll end up suffering from the “Tote Life”

(WHO WATCH WE BARE BEARS? RAISE YOUR HANDS!) As a result, I took home four more finger puppets -- Princess Mononoke, Sheeta, the Baron, and Louise.

Pokemon Center Skytree Town

I went to the Pokemon Center for nostalgia purposes. My siblings and I used to fight over a Gameboy to take turns on playing Pokemon. I’m glad to see that one of our childhood favorites has remained popular decades later. This is definitely a haul dedicated to my siblings. I bought two Master Balls (each has a stamp and candies which according to my sister tastes like cough drops), Nanoblocks (Mewtwo and Gyarados), coin purses (Pikachu and a Pokeball), and a letter ‘R’ keychain (for my brother). I did not get a keychain for my sister because I already bought her an Attack on Titan keychain. I guess those are enough. A saleslady gave me a plastic postcard featuring the date I visited Pokemon Center. Hooray for a free souvenir!

Nakamise Street

Ahhhhh, the famous Nakamise street. As I have said in my previous post, I was kind of disappointed. Price range is not cheap. I advise you guys to see the after-immigration duty-free shops instead. I ended up with one magnet featuring the gate to the street. Don’t fret yet! Nakamise is great for sightseeing and food tripping. *drools*

Akihabara

Akihabara Gachapon Kaikan

FINALLY. I always wanted a LEGIT capsule toy since I was a kid. *the machines we have in the Philippines are not as enjoyable as those in Japan* You can find gachapon machines in train stations, convenient stores, etc. If you want a complete and satisfying gachapon experience, you’ve got to visit the Akihabara Gachapon Kaikan. I’m on the lookout for Sailor Moon gachapons. I got my sister some Star Wars gachapons (which I did not open). I’m not pretty sure if getting the same pretty toy THRICE is a good luck or the machine is just messing up with me. BTW, I GOT USAGI’S ENGAGEMENT RING.

Don Quijote

I decided to visit this branch of ‘’Donki” so I have one more reason to walk around Akihabara. Also, I get to catch some maids performing in the renowned maid cafés. I bought some matcha-flavored sweets for my officemates and relatives. And of course, I bought a bottle of Cure Natural Aqua Gel. I’m running out of my favorite peeling gel and it’s Php 300 (USD 6) cheaper than the Philippines. PLUS, Don Quijote is a tax-free shop!

*Anecdote: There was a long line in the tax-free counter. I’m far from the line and there were Republic of China Passport Holders in front of me. A Donki staff asked if they can transfer to another counter because the line keeps on getting longer. No one wanted to transfer until the staff reached me. I agreed and they immediately grabbed my baskets at walked downstairs. It’s kind of cool because my feet were swelling big time after all the walking, and then now I have the counter and three Donki staff for myself only.*

Shibuya

Bic Camera

CHEAP CASIO WRISTWATCHES. HOW CAN I SAY NO TO THESE?! I was walking around the famous Shibuya crossing a lot of times until the display of Casio watches caught my attention. Damn. I mean, DAAAYUM. I bought these for my siblings. My trip to Tokyo coincides with their birthdays. My shopping list prioritizes stuff I believe my siblings would like to receive. IF I ONLY HAVE THE MONEY TO BUY THE GADGETS BEING SOLD FOR A CHEAPER PRICE VS. THE PHILIPPINES... ugh.

Uniqlo

Initially, I’m not planning to visit Uniqlo because WE HAVE A LOT IN THE PHILIPPINES. However, I realized ‘souvenir shirts’ in Uniqlo are cheaper compared to the ones being sold at the airport and in Nakamise street. I went to their branch in Shibuya. I got one each for my family. Aside from the shirts, I also bought two ¾ pants and seamless underwear. I forgot to include in the photo the sunglasses I bought for my father. When converted to Philippine peso, I got everything for Php 5,000+ (USD 100*). Thank god for tax-exemption!

Shinjuku

Daiso

There’s a small Daiso near the hotel I stayed in. I got to buy some small souvenirs for my bosses. How adorable that small memo stands! AND CAN WE PLEASE APPRECIATE THOSE YEN 100 FANS. These are for my mom and some relatives. DEFINE BARGAIN. Further, I remember my mom requested me to buy some wedding cards, so I took advantage of the cheap stationary section of Daiso. It is truly cheaper to buy souvenirs here! Everything cost me only Yen 800+. I may not be able to see Harajuku and the big Daiso they have there. With a very limited budget, I’m pretty happy with my haul.

24hr convenient store in Ichigaya

I saw from their window display that they carry some popular Japanese cosmetic brands. I’m not sure the name of the store but the shopping bag says “smile everyday!”. Although I’m not really fond of trying skin care products due to my extremely sensitive skin condition, I still decided to get a look. Good thing I did. I found these really cute nail polish bottles. I decided to pick some colors that have been on my wishlist for a long time. The color range may not be as vast as OPI’s or Sally Hansen’s. I’m in Tokyo, so why not try some local nail products!?

Ginza

Hakuhinkan Toy Park

I found some Tokyo 2020 official merchandise outside the Toy Park. I got a t-shirt for myself and a polo shirt for my dad. The merchandise does not come cheap. I did not buy a lot in the Toy Park because I already bought most of the character goods and toys I have on my shopping list. AND I’M ALREADY RUNNING OUT OF YEN WHEN I WENT TO GINZA. I saw some unique flavors of KitKat and bought some. Regretfully, I spent most of my time in Hakuhinkan window shopping. I’ll definitely visit this place on my future visits to Tokyo with a MUCH BIGGER BUDGET. *finger-crossed*

Narita Airport

I can’t get enough snacks so I shopped for more in the Airport. Surprisingly, I was impressed how diverse the price range of products in the airport. You’ll find both overpriced and affordable goods so be vigilant! Haha! I should have saved more Yen for airport shopping.

I’d been looking for a Shiseido eyelash curler since I arrived in Tokyo only to find one on my departure. AFTER ALL THE TROUBLE I DID. HAHAHAHA. Anyway, it is all worth it, because this retails at PHP 1,300 (USD 26)* in the Philippines. If I converted its Japan price to PH Peso, it only costs Php 450 (USD 9)*. 1,300 VERSUS 450. Since I’m low on cash at this time, I decided to make use of my JCB credit card and ticked off the last product I have on my shopping list.

That’s it for my Tokyo, Japan haul!

Until next time,

PS: I forgot to post this. Initially, I divided my shopping sprees into two separate posts. I decided to combine the two, post it today, and publish the last part of my Tokyo series tomorrow, 31 December 2017.

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babbushka · 8 years ago

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Lobster

For the @huxlolidays prompt, “Did you put some sunscreen on?” For those who want to read it on ao3 you can right here!

As General of the First Order, and Co-Commander of the Finalizer, Hux had many perks. One of which was the notion that he could drop everything and go on holiday whenever he wanted. He never did this of course, as there were drills to oversee, reports to be checked, and a mile long list of tasks that needed completion, but still; it was nice to know he had the option. It was times like these that reminded Hux why he never took the offered vacation.

It had been a surprise to everyone when he held a meeting with his team to give them time to prepare for his absence exactly three cycles ago. Phasma had initiated the idea; Kylo had been sent off to some faraway planet for a mission and…well Hux wasn’t doing too well with him gone. He hadn’t been sleeping, hadn’t been eating, and overall was snappish and even more irritable than usual. She had suggested a short vacation of shore leave, just two cycles at the end of the week to hand all his stress over and just, how did she put it, lay the fuck out by the water.

The first day of his leave had been nerve-wrackingly difficult; he kept checking his comm for any news about Kylo’s return, the panic of what if he arrived just as I left, what if he’s sitting in the medbay waiting for me? making the gorgeous seaside views of this Imperial moon not nearly as comforting as Phasma had probably hoped for him.

The second day, however, had found Hux a little more relaxed. He was woken up early by the front desk to let him know it was time for his spa appointment, which Hux hadn’t known he even had. After an hour of massage, he felt infinitely better. He had made a mental note for Kylo to give him massages when they were both back on the ship.

From there, he had gone to spread a First Order regulation towel onto a vibrantly colored lounge chair, and began the process of lathering on the sunscreen. Hux was an intelligent man, and as such, worked it so that his career was mostly spent indoors. He certainly went outside from time to time – giving speeches, inspecting planets for the home of his super weapon, etc. – but that time was limited, mostly spent in tundra environments, and he was always fully clothed. He had packed multiple bottles of high sun protection factor lotion, knowing full well the consequences of hours without some sort of barrier on his skin.

Walking around with his arms, chest, and legs exposed had been a strange feeling at first, but he slowly relaxed, the sound of the gentle waves calming him.

Looking back, Hux decided that this was where it had all gone to shit.

He had let his guard down, and only reapplied the sunscreen three more times, when he really should have applied it four more times throughout the day. He had inspected the color of his skin, it was only a little pink, nothing too concerning, and had forgone the final reapplication. How foolish.

Hux didn’t realize how burnt he was until he stepped back onto the cool and refreshing floors of the Finalizer. It had been warm on the moon, and he thought that his body had acclimated, with skin that was warm to the touch. He didn’t think for one minute to inspect himself in the mirror before departure, too eager to get back home before his partner did.

No one mentioned how the skin on his nose was peeling, or the way the red smudges across his cheeks made him look perpetually flushed. Hux himself didn’t say anything about the way his shoulders itched against the rough material of his uniform shirt, or how the back of his thighs had stung when he peeled the fabric of his trousers away from them.

He left to find Phasma, when he caught sight of himself in the reflection of the Finalizer's polished walls. He was positively devastated at what he saw, he had never been sunburned like this before! The worst thing that had ever happened was his nose had gotten pink once when he was a cadet doing a survival drill in the forest; this was unimaginable. He could clearly see the outline of the sunglasses he had been wearing in the still pale skin around his eyes and bridge of his nose, even where the arms of the glasses rested against the side of his face. Beneath his collar he found bright and angry red skin, his shoulders being rubbed raw from his shirt.

And his freckles. Oh stars, his freckles. He had never particularly liked them before, but he had always gotten by with the knowledge that they were faint for the most part. Now they stood out like a sore thumb, dark spots across his face and arms. It was like they soaked up the sun itself, wanting to be seen.

“General! How was – ” Phasma greeted, immediately cutting herself off when she saw the state he was in. “Holy shit, Hux.” She sucked in a breath, cringing.

“Hello Captain. Despite my current condition, I must thank you for the spa treatment. I wouldn’t have thought to book an appointment, and it certainly helped.” He was in no mood to discuss his failure to protect his own skin, not right that moment at least. Maybe in a few days when it went away they could find this funny (fearsome General of the First Order burned to a crisp), but for now, he was too annoyed to be anything other than exceedingly formal about the entire ordeal.

“I’m glad.” Phasma sounded like she was smiling, but he had no real way of knowing due to her helmet. “Hux, maybe you should go to medbay.” She moved to put a hand on his shoulder, but then thought better of it.

“I will be returning to my quarters as soon as I finish my rounds. Now if that’s all – ” Hux had to grit his teeth in pain as Lieutenant Mitaka came barreling down the hallway, not stopping soon enough, and accidentally knocking into Hux. His entire torso screamed in agony.

“General! Captain! I am so sorry, I didn’t mean to – ” Mitaka looked like he feared for his life, and Hux was nearly about ready to give him reason for it.

“Yes, what is it?” Phasma interrupted, her tone patient.

“Lord Ren’s shuttle has landed, he has returned from his mission.” Mitaka squeaked, before saluting and running off again.

“What perfect timing.” Hux muttered. He was glad to have gotten back on the ship before Kylo, but he had been hoping to have a few moments alone to figure out what to do about his sunburn. He didn’t like Kylo seeing him weak. In their five years of knowing one another, there had only been two instances where Hux had dropped the ball in keeping himself healthy. He wasn’t looking forward to the mocking smiles or teasing jokes that his sunburn would bring.

In the docking bay, Kylo wasted no time striding off his shuttle and making a bee line straight to Hux. Hux stood proud as he always did when he greeted his Knight; chin held high and hands clasped behind his back. His now burning, stinging back.

“Welcome back Lord Ren.” Hux gave a formal nod of his head, and Kylo returned the gesture.

“I’m glad to be home. The mission was a success.” Kylo replied, and Hux’s heart swelled. It had been weeks since he had heard that voice, and he was looking forward to hearing it without the vocoder obstructing its beautiful baritone.

“I look forward to the full report.” He smiled, his cheeks stinging at the slight pull. Kylo nodded, and the two walked side by side out of the bay, not giving a care to any of the officers that watched them.

As soon as they stepped through the threshold of their shared quarters, Kylo was on him. He took off his helmet and his outer robe, draping it over the desk chair as Hux liked. They both kicked off their boots, and then Kylo’s cold hands were gently unbuttoning Hux’s uniform jacket, pulling his tunic and trousers off, leaving him in just his tank top, briefs, and socks. Hux braced himself for laughter.

“Did you put sunscreen on?” Kylo asked gently, no malice in his voice. He began removing his own layers, until he was only in his boxers.

“Of course I did.” He huffed, staring down at his now exposed arms. The sunburn had developed while his limbs were hidden away under the black of his clothing. It was a much deeper red than the pink he remembered from that morning. “Just not enough.”

“Come here.” Kylo turned the shower on, using real water instead of the sonic. Hux rolled his eyes, it was the middle of the work cycle, hardly time to wash, or have sex, whatever he was planning.

“No, Kylo I don’t think – ” Hux began, but the look on Kylo’s face made him stop.

“Trust me?” Kylo asked, dropping his boxers and stepping under the spray.

Afraid for his skin, Hux hesitated for a very long moment before he shucked the rest of his clothing and put one foot in. He yelped, the water was freezing!

“Kylo! I am not getting in there with you.” He crossed his arms, wincing.

“Hux you’re not the only one in the galaxy who has ever had a sunburn. This will help, I promise.” Kylo pleaded, holding a hand out.

Hux groaned, and eventually had to count to three before entering the shower, letting out a whine as the water hit. After the initial shock, it actually started to feel nice. It was like the cold water was drawing the heat from his abused skin, cooling him down to the bone. He had forgotten what it felt like to not have the ever-present feel of heat on his body. Who knew one day in the sun could cause this much anguish?

“Stop being dramatic.” Kylo smiled, reading Hux’s mind and gently kissing him on the lips; it was the only part of Hux that Kylo knew he wouldn’t get smacked from accidentally hurting his burn. Hux sighed into the kiss, not paying attention as Kylo reached around him and grabbed a bottle of gel.

He pulled back immediately as Kylo spread the gel onto his skin, eyeing it suspiciously.

“Relax, it’s aloe.” Kylo grinned, handing the bottle to Hux to let him read the label. “It’s found on most tropical planets, people use it for this exact reason.”

“You can continue.” Hux sniffed, really enjoying the feeling of the aloe soaking into his skin. The more he thought about it, the happier he was that Kylo showed up right after he did. He didn’t know he and Kylo even owned aloe, they lived on a star destroyer for kriff sake.

“When we get out of the shower, I’ll rub lotion onto your skin too.” Kylo said, mostly to himself.

“How do you know so much about this?” Hux asked, playfully elbowing Kylo in the stomach and watching his lover scrub the weeks of dirt and grime from the mission off his skin and hair.

“Training.” Came the simple reply, his eyes closed so they wouldn’t sting from the shampoo he was lathering into his locks.

“I’m sorry for your suffering, but I’m glad one of us knows how to deal with this.” Hux didn’t know what sort of training required Kylo to have extensive knowledge on treating second degree burns, but he wasn't sure he would like it.

“Next time you’ll just have to bring me along.” Kylo could sense Hux’s mood darkening, and was having none of it. It worked, Hux was laughing.

“Next time! This ship will be lucky if I leave again in the next year!” He shook his head, stepping out of the shower and into a towel that was floating next to the door by way of the force.

“Drama queen.” Kylo chuckled, but Hux didn’t care, he carefully dried himself off and laid down in their bed. The sheets were perfectly cold.

“You know, while I was at the resort, I was given the most wonderful massage, do you think you could put those hands of yours to work?” He called, relaxing on his stomach, letting the cool air hit his back.

Kylo shut the water off, and watched Kylo emerge like some sculpted God with his towel slung low on his hips. There were bruises and gashes he had slapped a bacta patch over that Hux knew he would need to get stitched up for, and he toyed with the idea of sending Kylo away immediately to go see them fixed. The thought of making his lover leave so soon after he had been without him churned in his stomach, so when Kylo patted the space next to him on the bed, Hux rolled over with a smile.

“I missed you.” Kylo’s voice was soft, he carded his fingers through Hux’s hair.

“I missed you too. It was a success, you said?” Hux let his eyes close, enjoying Kylo’s presence.

“Yes, I got what Snoke wanted.” Kylo began spreading lotion all over Hux’s skin.

“Good. Don’t leave again.” His voice broke, remembering all the sleepless nights.

“I won’t.” Kylo leaned down to kiss his General. “As long as you promise not to fry yourself in the sun again.” He teased, making Hux glare.

“Shut up.” He rolled his eyes.

“You know your hair looks extra vibrant with your skin like this.” Kylo grinned, running his fingers through it, making it stick up in all directions because it was still wet.

Hux silenced him with a kiss. Kylo was home, and he learned a valuable lesson in SPF. In the end, he knew he could manage anything with his lover by his side.

#kylux #huxlo #huxlolidays #my writing #fic #kylux fic #kylo ren #general hux

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solohux · 4 years ago

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Hiya! Can i request a prompt where hux one day from the corner of his eye discovers a little girl just wandering around.- a force sensitive orphan taken in by ren. Only he diden’t tell hux who is very confused

There’s a story on board the Finalizer, a tale that is told by officers when the lights go out and the skeleton crew tends to the engines. Ensigns quiver behind their pillows as lieutenants recite the newest ghost story to them as though it’s a rite of passage into their crew, to listen to each chilling detail, get to the end and still be able to sleep.

A story of a ghost girl who wanders the corridors in a black nightgown, her white hair floating around her like an eerie fog. Barefoot, the girl can be no older than seven or eight standard years, walking alone in the cold night of the ship as though she’s in a trance. No one dares to talk to her or approach her, freezing with fear if they get too close to the lonely ghost and then falling to the ground in a deep sleep.

But Hux isn’t fearful of anything on board his ship, especially not silly stories that sound more akin to something his fellow cadets would have told each other in the dead of night to prove who was the bravest. Little Armitage always thought such tests were ridiculous, choosing to ignore his frightened classmates and, instead, bury his head beneath his bedcovers so he couldn’t hear them.

Even Mitaka, one of General Hux’s most trusted officers, claims to have seen the wandering girl. Hux had rolled his eyes and told his Lieutenant to stop drinking on the job but a tiny shiver runs down Hux’s spine once he sees the fear in Mitaka’s eyes.

The very next night, Hux’s eyes hold the same flash of fear.

He’s been working in his private office, running tests and simulations for one of his newest weapons, and time has gotten away from him. It’s late into the night cycle, leaving droids and the bare minimum crew members present in the corridors. In the silence, Hux is suddenly aware of his lone presence, succumbing to his nervousness and checking over his shoulder for any small figures dressed in black that may be following him.

But he finds nothing.

“Childish worries,” Hux scoffs, straightening his greatcoat upon his shoulders. “Ghosts aren’t real.”

He rounds the corner towards the turbolift that will take him to his chambers and the very fear that his officers have spoken of overcomes him, freezing his core, his skin, and almost stops his heart.

Just ahead, there’s a figure. Small, with long white hair. A child, no doubt, walking slowly as though lost, so light on her feet that her footsteps don’t make a sound. Hux swallows hard, rooted to the ground. His shuddering breath and trembling hands are his only company; does he reach for his blaster and stun it? Will his attack pass through her and result in his death? Hux cannot know but regardless, he reaches for his blaster and pulls it out of its holster, raising it slowly.

The child stops. She turns. Her eyes are open, shining like amber jewels, but the rest of her pale face is vacant. Truly, a ghost of these haunted hallways.

Hux hadn’t imagined that his end would be at the hands of a little ghost girl in the bowels of his own ship but as his finger hovers over the trigger, he’s certain that his death is nigh.

“Neeva!”

At the other end of the corridor, a familiar voice calls out a strange name, which gives Hux slight comfort that his co-commander may have come to rescue him, perhaps sensing his terror through his mystical Force powers. But Kylo looks as though he’s just leapt out of bed, barefoot in a casual pair of baggy pants and a loose, grey shirt and his hair unkempt. His dark eyes flick from the girl to Hux as he walks slowly towards the girl, every step careful and calculated.

“Ren!” Hux whispers loudly, scratching his throat. The Knight clearly has no regard for the ghost stories and approaches the girl without making any sudden movements. Hux fumbles to hold his blaster in the shooting position but Kylo holds his hand up and freezes the General’s moves without needing the Force.

“Neeva,” Kylo says again, only softer this time. His voice is laced with concern, eyebrows furrowed. The girl stops walking, shuddering to a halt. “Neeva. Wake up. Come back.”

Neeva? The ghost girl has a name, it would seem. Her amber eyes loose a speckle of their glassiness with each mentioning of her name as though being drawn out from a spell. Hux frowns, watching with a concoction of fear and curiosity that roots him to the ground as Kylo kneels down in front of the girl and takes her hand, reaching to tuck a portion of her white hair behind her ear.

“It’s just the Force,” he says, her hand dwarfed in his. “Come back to me.”

“D-Dad?”

Hux hadn’t remembered that he was still holding his blaster until it drops from his hand and clangs to the floor, startling him—though it doesn’t make him jump in surprise even nearly as much as the word that the girl has just uttered; ‘dad’.

“Yeah, brave one,” Kylo whispers. “I’m here.”

“Daddy!”

The girl blinks and suddenly, her ghostly aura seems to disappear as she throws herself into Kylo’s arms, holding on tightly to him. He’s whispering calming words to her but part of Hux wishes that someone were here to do the same for him; his heart feels like it may give out at any moment.

“Ren?” Hux picks his blaster up, noting his hands are still trembling. Kylo stands up with Neeva at his side, her arms wrapped around his waist and one of his hands rests protectively on Neeva’s back as though he thinks that Hux is still going to harm her but the General holds his hands up defensively once his weapon is back upon his belt. “I would very much appreciate a little light shed on what the kriffing hell is going on here.”

Kylo smiles, clearly amused by Hux’s lingering fear. “This is Neeva.”

Neeva raises her hand in a small wave, yawning but still managing to give Hux a smile afterwards. She looks like a perfectly normal seven year old child now that she’s snapped out of whatever strange Force-veil was covering her.

“H-Hello,” Hux replies. “Uh. Who is she?”

“My daughter,” Kylo says, and Hux’s mouth falls open. “Not...biological, before you assume anything. I adopted her when she was young after she was orphaned on a small moon.”

Neeva yawns again and Kylo picks her up, holding her effortlessly on his hip whilst she snuggles into him and rests her head on her shoulder.

“Daughter,” Hux parrots, shocked to the core. “How in hell’s name have you managed to keep her a secret? All this time!”

Kylo shrugs casually, “It was easy when she was a small child and I was living on my own ship. When we moved here, it began to stress her and caused her to begin sleepwalking.”

“You look amused, Master Ren,” Hux folds his arms.

“I am. Your officers have created ghost stories about her, scaring each other until they’re afraid to walk the corridors at night.”

“You have to admit, Ren, that there’s something eerie about her when she’s...sleepwalking.”

Kylo looks down at Neeva, who’s fallen asleep in his arms. “She’s strong with the Force, like I was when I was a child but I didn’t have anyone who understood me. But Neeva has me, and I won’t let her down.”

In his arms, the girl stirs and snuggles against Kylo’s shoulder, her arms wrapped around his neck as she smiles in her dream.

“She sees you as her father.”

Kylo’s expressions turns stern, “That’s because I am. I found her when she was no more than a toddler on the streets, lost and alone. I couldn’t leave her. She doesn’t remember her parents. From what I’ve felt in the Force, they’re dead. The only things she remembers of her life before me is hunger and cold. I’m her father.”

Hux can see the passion and the love that Kylo has for this child burning in his eyes; he’d truly Ro anything to protect her. “And the, uh, sleepwalking?”

Kylo ponders, “Perhaps isn’t it isn’t sleepwalking per se but a waking Force coma. Sometimes, the Force guides her to things in the dead of night, putting her under its hold until the trance is complete. She can’t be stopped by anyone except for someone with a strong connection to her.”

“But my officers have seen her. They’ve described her perfectly.”

“Yes,” Kylo nods. “The white hair, the bare feet. But they haven’t seen her for very long. It takes a while for our Force energies to connect so Neeva may have been walking for a while, and officers may have found her before I do. I use the Force to put them to sleep before altering their memories and carrying my daughter back to her bed. The next morning, Neeva is safe and your foolish officers think that they’ve seen a real, supernatural entity.”

Hux sighs, relief lifting a weight off his shoulders, “So there is no ghost girl haunting the halls of my ship. I knew it.”

“Liar, Kylo scoffs. “I sensed Neeva’s wandering presence and found her here. When I came around that corner, I thought the ghost was you. You were so pale, Hux.”

“I’m pale anyway.”

“Paler than usual, then. Your projecting, terrified emotions nearly knocked me over.”

Hux huffs. “Well. Do forgive me for thinking that your secret, white-haired daughter was a ghost.”

“It’s alright,” Kylo closes the gap between them. “And now that you know of her existence, I need two things from you.”

Oh, hells. “What two things?”

“One,” Kylo begins, holding up one finger. “I need you to continue to keep Neeva’s presence here a secret. It would only jeopardise her safety. She’s powerful, some would seek to exploit that.”

“Of course, Ren.”

“Two. I need you to continue to the rumour about the ghost.”

“Why?” Hux exclaims, wanting to put all of this behind him. What purpose could that possibly serve to you?”

Kylo shrugs, giving Neeva a little kiss on her head before turning away to head back to their chambers, “It’s funny.”

#kylux #kylux babies #sorta #m:writing #I’m sorry for taking so long to fill your prompt but I really hope you like it!!!

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ltdophmitaka · 8 years ago

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Hitaka~

Who asks the other on dates: Hux, Dopheld is just along for the ride, picking up table scraps of Hux’s attention when he can. He’s a busy general!Who is the bigger cuddler: Hux, when Mitaka finally manages to get the man to sit down without his datapad and sleep.Who initiates holding hands more often: Mitaka, sometimes it happens unintentionally on the bridge and Hux just can’t seem to pull away. (”What are you staring at? Of course I let my lieutenant hold me hand, it’s good for morale.”)Who remembers anniversaries: Hux and Mitaka both, they both plan things weeks ahead of time.Who is more possessive: Hux, anyone who flirts with Mitaka goes on the next mission off the FinalizerWho gets more jealous: Mitaka. Hux keeps their relationship under wraps, and everyone wants to be with the general (Or at least Mitaka thinks so) so he gets jealous easily when people moon over Hux.Who is more protective: Both are very protective, but Mitaka tends to be more pushy about it, he wants Hux to realize the dream of the first order, and if one of the corpses that Hux has to step on to realize his dream is his, then so be it.Who is more likely to cheat: Hmm, Hux, not really cheating but more ‘I need to marry someone important.’ and Mitaka would understandWho initiates sexy times the most: Mitaka is very, very sneaky. Hux may initiate more, but it’s because Doph is a damn tease.Who dislikes PDA the most: HuxWho kills the spider: PhasmaWho asks the the other to marry them: Neither? In mitaka’s dream world, Hux.Who buys the other flowers or gifts: Hux sends things to Mitaka all the time, it brightens his day Who would bring up possibly having kids: Mitaka. Over comm. While drunk. “Armitage they would be so beautifullll! They’d look just like you and I’d LOVE THEEMM.”Who is more nervous to meet the parents: Considering Hux’s family is dead...Hux.Who sleeps on the couch when the other is angry: They go to their respective beds. Mitaka’s roommate snores. It sucks.Who tries to make up first after arguments: Hux. Gifts. So many gifts.Who tells the other they love them more often: Mitaka says it all the time with his eyes, Hux whispers it to Mitaka while he sleeps.

#Hitaka #Anonymous

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totoro-is-a-pokemon · 8 years ago

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05/11/17 8:50 am Yesterday was just a packed day! Following our visit to the zoo, we found a bakery that sold cute animal shaped bread! I got a panda and a turtle and George got a lion and a block shaped bread with a panda on it! After that we walked around ueno for a bit and found a store that sold Studio Ghibli themed things and other anime based items like Pokémon. They had some awesome posters on the walls from the Studio Ghibli movies :) We then headed back towards the part of Tokyo we were staying at. Along the way we stopped at Shibuya Station to take a photo of the Famous Shibuya Crossing. We then went one Station further north to Harajuku and got crepes for a snack and picked up some souvenirs. Then we headed to Shinjuku Station where we stopped and went to the Tokyo Metropolitan Government Building and went to the 45th floor to try and see the skyline of Tokyo. However, it was super overcast and raining a little so we couldn't really see anything (for some reasons this keeps happening to us hahaha - Hakone and Mt. Fuji). After that we got back on the train and headed to the Pokémon Center MEGA Tokyo in Ikebukuro and George was OVER THE MOON! He was so happy and spent a bunch of money on some very fun souvenirs! We then headed back to our hotel but on the way stopped for yakitori (meat on a stick). It was kinda like a small appetizer so we stopped by a Family mart too on the way home and got something a little more filling. Today we traveled to Mitaka which is just outside of Tokyo! This is the day I've been waiting for since I was about 11 years old - visiting the Studio Ghibli Museum! It opens at 10:00 am so we have a little bit longer of a wait but I'm super excited! -Aiwokomete Hanna

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mackarunes · 8 years ago

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it's time bub. for kas, 4., 6., 33. ;) and for mitaka 20 (because the ant likes muscials), 46. and 48.

Thank you for asking! :)Sorry for the long read…

KASELV

4. What is their relationship with their parents? What’s a good and bad memory with them? Did they know both parents?

Kaselv’s relationship with his parents is… complicated. First off, he was raised by his mother, (Ulsa) and stepfather (Regis), who happened to be human. This alone created some conflict as he grew; for a period in his youth he struggled with identifying as either Chiss or human. As soon as he decided his origins could be with both, society outside Nar Shaddaa corrected him otherwise, and eventually he came to only accept himself as Chiss. When registering to return to and to rejoin the Ascendancy, he made no mention of his human stepfather. While there was loss in their relationship during his later youth due to their different species, neither of his parents were unloving towards Kas. His mother even could show more of her affection given how they were outside the Ascendancy and away from other Chiss. His stepfather and mother worked hard to provide for him in one of the more respectable occupations possible on Nar Shaddaa. For that, he admired them even after beginning to resent them for keeping him ignorant about his home with the Chiss, and even when he disassociated himself from his stepfather. Kas never knew his biological father except in holo records, and his stepfather passed only days before leaving for Dromund Kaas (his mother had poor luck with marriages it seems). As for memories, his favorite memories with his parents would likely be those from when he would visit his stepfather’s speeder repair workshop, and getting to “test” customer’s more luxurious speeders until they returned to find their property being played with by a young Chiss boy, and many apologies were in order. Visiting the cantina his stepfather also worked at, along with his mother, was interesting, although the excitement was rarely as positive. His least favorite memory would likely be his stepfather’s death– a day and then following several days that nearly claimed his life and have been all but blotted from Kas’s memory.

6. What were they like at school? Did they enjoy it? Did they finish? What level of higher education did they reach? What subjects did they enjoy? Which did they hate?

The best way to describe Kas’s schooling is sporadic. When he was just starting school, human influence and youth, as well as sub par conditions on Nar Shaddaa, shaped him into a poor student. His parents were often occupied with work or otherwise and so were not present to push him to try harder. It wasn’t until he faced the threat of losing a proper Imperial education that he realized he did not want to be trapped on that moon for his entire life. Being Chiss, this shift happened early at the age of 8, just two years after schooling had begun, and as soon as he earned his place in accelerated classes better fit for his accelerated maturity, the drive to achieve was restored, although even success did not keep him from making reckless decisions elsewhere in life. Kas always had an active mind for history. Learning about the galaxy gave him a better idea of how he fit, and was simply something he enjoyed. As he broadened his knowledge– reading was something else he found out was one of his hobbies– the amount time and his limited outlook on Nar Shaddaa had kept from him lessened. Later when he progressed to more structured learning at the Imperial academy for Intelligence training that he would later teach at, he preferred instruction in the technical and analytical side of Intelligence, rather than the active role of infiltration. Learning about the violence and harm he could inflict, whether with the chemistry instruction he received and enjoyed or the combat training he received, was never a topic he gained much from.

33. What underwear do they wear? Boxers or briefs? Lacey? Comfy granny panties?

Kas would turn heavily purple at this question. Typically, boxers. Form-fitting, standard, black boxers. There is little variety in his underwear, for it is mostly what is practical to wear with his uniform or what he’s most comfortable in. That said, he is rather impressionable, and would be willing to adopt new habits should that be to his partner’s wishes, even something as drastic as lingerie if he trusts them enough to not be terribly embarrassed the whole time.

MITAKA[Disclaimer: Mitaka was modeled initially after the Star Wars character, Lieutenant Dopheld Mitaka. However, over time he grew apart to become his own, original character, only slightly similar in physical characteristics. This is why I tend to refer to him but the nickname “Phel”]

20. Do they like musicals? Music in general? What do they do when they’re favourite song comes?

Sorry to disappoint, but Mitaka is an Imperial hardass. Little time has been given to him to work out what his favorite music type would be, and most of the time he only listens to it if there is some playing. However, when he foes have free time to visit a cantina, he will buy another round just to linger longer listening to the music if there is some. Because of this, whatever kind of music that could be found playing in a generic cantina would be his favorite– it brings back pleasant memories. Musicals do not often cross his mind but he would sit through one if invited to one (winks at Bugboy)

46. Do they make a good first impression? Does their first impression reflect them accurately? How do they introduce themselves?

As a Cipher agent, Mitaka knows how to craft an entrance and sway others to his favor with a good first impression, often heavy with flattery. Crafting, however, is not genuine, and while he attempts not to use this as a tactic when meeting with people outside of work, his tactics do filter into his personal life. An exception would be his entrance into the verse he was a character in. Getting gnawed on by a K'lor'slug isn’t close to a good first impression, but does give insight to his more chaotic character, so perhaps that is a more fitting impression. Regardless of the quality of his entrance, he introduces himself depending on his audience, either using his cipher codename (my Cipher Nine), an alias, his true name (Dopheld Mitaka), or his nickname (Phel).

48. Do they enjoy any parties? If so what kind? Do they organise the party or just turn up? How do they act? What if they didn’t want to go but were dragged along by a friend?

Mitaka’s enjoyment of parties is case specific. If he likes the crowd, he sheds his Imperial stuffiness to unapologetically dance and mingle. He does not have the time or dedication to organize a party except for close friends on specific days of celebration, and so often is the guest, attending parties others host. Sometimes, if he gets cozy enough with his contact, he can mix partying with work and have some fun on the job. Conversely, when he does not like the crowd, he remains standoffish. Parties become an excuse to drink provided alcohol or have an opportunity to not go to bed alone. Whether he has friends at the party or not, the parties he prefers are those with copious allowances of alcohol.

#tw: alcohol #tw: death #responses #oc: agent phel #oc: kas

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