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scribble-dribble-writes · 1 year ago

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To save a mockingbird (7)

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Plot: AnGsT

Warnings: none

Word count: 3000

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Chapter 7

Now that he was complying, she kept her distance while he kept track of the days to work towards his goal of clearing his name. But the more effort he put into his work, the more recognition he got. He was validated for his brilliant mind here and it only took him being earnest. It didn’t require his energy to scheme or outwit someone, everyone could see it or maybe it was only now he was seeing it for himself. Just like Marjorie had said that night.

He had hidden it away for too long, that sweet boy who had bright eyes, he had been lost because of his father but what Hux didn’t know was that just a few days in the sun meant he could feel like his old self again. He didn’t need to fear anyone, he spoke his mind and slowly Leia and Marjorie’s grandmother had grown to be like the mothers he had lost.

The rebels were still divided on their opinion about him but the there was mutual respect now. The days had begun to feel lighter and the nights were the sweetest because he got to be who he was, truly own his strengths and plot strategies to help people instead of destroying civilizations all for the need for power. But the nights were also when she spoke to him. Her words had begun to take root in his heart. That he could make a difference if he wanted to, that if he tried he didn’t have to be like his father, that he was good and strong for having survived a tyrant all on his own, when he had just been a child.

Those words girded him up, because all his father ever believed in him was that he was born too weak. But now he was strong, he was good and he just needed someone to show it to him. All the great bits came to a stand still when he had lost his cool and had almost hit a young chap for messing up the wiring before he caught himself only that Marjorie had seen it and that made shame fill his system.

He yearned for her voice or her glance, her teasing remarks, he wanted to say sorry but he didn’t know how. He wanted to show her that although it was nothing, he had begun to feel different here.

With every waking moment, he understood why the first order has its flaws and why it was wrong. He didn’t have to focus on concealing his thoughts here. Ren or Snoke weren’t around to bully him about. It was the end of the second week and he could tell she was still disappointed with him. Without his knowledge, he had begun to consider her a friend, waiting till the day ended so he could tell her his musings, so this distance she was meticulous with maintaining was driving him insane.

Marjorie had her work cut out for her, she didn’t have to monitor him and so was free for missions again. Supply crates had to be dropped off to a nearby planet which was monitored by First Order regiments. She had missed it, being where the action was but having finished the task triumphantly, she headed back to base when the tie fighter shots she thought she evaded had actually punctured the hull. She diverted the fuel just in time so she wouldn’t burn up during re-entry and managed to land it but just when the craft came to a stop, the engine huffed up smoke and her seatbelt wasn’t willing to budge. Jammed into the side, the ejection lever wasn’t working, trapping her within the cockpit as the flames began to pick up.

“Where is she?”, she could here muffled shouts but the smoke had worked it’s way into the compartment. She beat her hands against the glass unable to see anyone. The air turned heavy making it hard for her to breathe when she saw a silhouette of a person climbing onto the hull over the burning engine. Jamming a crowbar into the side of the glass cover, this person got it open. But even as her vision blurred she could never not recognize that flaming hair.

“Hux.”, she called for him only to cough up because of the smoke but he had already thought through everything. Taking the pliers he held in his mouth he cut through the seat belt, freeing her but his eyes were frantic and what she didn’t expect was his hands reaching out to her to pull her up.

“Hold on to me.”, he instructed her as he held her close getting down to solid ground. The medics surrounded her but having been scared she reached out to him, the only face she recognized around in the chaos and he caught it without hesitation. The oxygen mask was put on and it stabilized her breathing but as she gasped for air, he was right by her side with never before seen vulnerability maared across his features. And with just how fast it had begun it ended. She was taken away to the med bay and he let her go.

The doctor did his final round of checks before she was cleared to go home. Marjorie pushed through the door to an almost empty corridor expect for a man who was sitting outside, his long limbs stretched out across the floor, his hands cradling his head as his wildfire hair was let loose in a mess.

“You didn’t have to be here.”, she said rubbing her sore head but the moment he heard her voice, he woke up, his apple green eyes filling with relief as he saw her. His gaze roamed over her body in search of bandages as he got closer, his soft fingers touching the scratch on her forehead.

“I will need to have any vehicle you board, checked and prepared before you leave.”, he spoke with all authority.

“That’s too much of a fuss.”, she let his worry cascade over her as he turned her wrists and tilted her chin as though he didn’t trust the doctor’s work.

“Safety is no small matter.”, he finally met her eyes and she could draw up a possible conclusion for his sudden change in demeanor.

“If something were to happen to you.”, his eyes were wide with concern but she knew it was for an entirely different reason.

“You will not be able to get out.”, she finished his sentence and he pursed his lips. That’s not, he wasn’t remotely thinking about leaving in this moment.

“I need to get home, I’m sure Aachi is extremely worried.”, she mumbled. Her legs still felt sore from when she was stuck in the jammed seat and the minor burns on her skin still stinged.

“She’s alright. I told her I will return home with you.”, he explained.

Home.

“She’s also made dinner for us.”, he held out his arm for her to hold on having observed her limp.

Us.

He was a whole new person. She folded her arms fixing him with her gaze.

“Best curry in the galaxy remember.”, his eyes glimmered and she wasn’t sure what had come over him. But instead of wasting this moment to figure out this puzzle, she took his support and headed home.

“I was worried. I couldn’t bring myself to think of the worst.”, her grandmother met her half way as soon as they entered.

“It was nothing, just a minor malfunction.”, she lied knowing how she felt in that moment. Alone and afraid.

“Can’t you take up work here on the base?”, she continued and Hux could now discern the worry in the old lady’s voice.

“Tabitha, you know how much she loves the sky.”, he intervened knowing well enough her attention was burning through him.

“We can’t keep people where they don’t want to be.”, he saw her as he said it and it reinforced the fact that all his niceness was only because she was his ticket out of this place.

“Now I’ll make sure she eats but you need to get to bed.”, he got Marjorie to sit down before he led her grandma away. She was more shocked about this rather than the accident.

He emerged and now that she observed him again, there was a spring in his step, he was more radiant than last and now he …. Wait he had just smiled at her. Voluntarily.

She was certain the smoke had affected her brain causing her to hallucinate. He brought her a plate with her favorite spread of food, placing it in her hands, he inspected the bandage on her forehead than needed to be changed.

“Are you drunk?”, she asked tentatively. He paused to sit back and contemplate her question.

“Why would you ask that?”, he asked as he made himself comfortable on the couch.

“No you just seem more at ease.”, she began to eat and it felt nice, not to have to sit by herself at the end of the day.

“I missed this.”, he said softly and all she could do was hum in response.

“Why won’t you speak to me?”, he asked quickly, now she twisted as she sat because the pretext was she had been angry with him but the truth was she was growing fond of him, of having him around all while she knew how this was going to end.

“I do speak to you.”, she evaded the question moving away from the lounge room to put aside her plate and wash it. He joined her by the sink.

“No, you have kept your distance from me and I don’t know how to fix it.”, he didn't let her change the subject.

“Am I doing it wrong? All this care and concern, I didn’t have to worry about it before. Worry about someone else.”, he ran his fingers through his hair in frustration.

She stopped having heard his response but couldn’t quite brave it to look at him, because when he was caring, she didn’t want him to stop. His innocence still burned within him, waiting to be set free and she wasn’t sure if she was the one to do it. But the sound of his heart beat resounded in her ears, like a mockinbird beating within a cage it was not meant to be in. So would it be alright if she were the one to set it free?

She looked at him, his face didn’t hold the scowl anymore but rather searching eyes that wandered over her face in search for signs of hope.

“No. You’re doing well.”, she said clearing her throat.

“It is good we have boundaries, isn’t it?”, she nodded her head finding words to let him know gently, of the thoughts that weighed her down.

“You’re not technically here to stay.”, Marjorie said softly.

“And what if I want to?”, he asked and she huffed unable to believe that he would want to.

How could he change his entire ideology that he grew up on in a matter of few days?

“Then what of your dreams?”, she proded him but his hurt expression let her know that she had been harsh.

“What of your cat?”, she smiled easing the tension between them.

“Leave Millicent to me.”, he spoke softly like she could believe his words and forget about having to survive, not having to overthink of every outcome to every decision.

“What do you want?”, he asked, his fingers gently tucking the stray strands of hair behind her ear. In the quite cover of the night, she blessed her tan skin that hid the blush on her cheeks but clutched her chest afraid he could hear her beating heart.

“Whatever it is that you want.”, she froze under his touch, hating the way the sound of his words brought about this reaction.

“You know everything about me, do you not?”, he slowly tilted her face so that she would see him.

“Your past, yes, but I cannot know your thoughts for the future.”, her brows furrowed as his eyes bore into hers, but she felt her cheeks grow warmer when she caught his gaze slip down to her lips. His touch burning its mark on her skin that she will remember forever.

“Then let me tell you.”, he whispered leaning closer but she turned away. This was a trance, nothing more.

“Hux”, she looked at the open tap, bracing herself on the counter.

“Armitage.”, he corrected her but she could not get attached. She didn’t say his name.

“You and I are from different worlds, we cannot cheat time. At some point it will divide us.”, she spoke to him. It was a fact and facts were never wrong.

“You truly wish for me to leave.”, he demanded following her. He wanted to leave from the very beginning, he wanted grand schemes that would drive him to frustration if he was held back and that regret would be caused by her, for not letting him follow his dreams. She didn’t have the energy to explain it all.

“I want you to be happy.”, she said finally washing her hands as she began to put away containers in the kitchen.

Keep yourself busy, a thought passed through her mind.

“I am.”, his voice rose with desperation. She could feel his heaving breath and the conviction with which he said it.

“when I’m with you.”, now this was softer, like the streams in the woods pulling her towards him.

She continued to work through the dishes in the sink when he got closer to her, picking up a cloth to help dry the plates, as though this was their little routine.

“Thank you.”, she said as they stood in a silence that was rather loud with unsaid feelings.

“For saving me.”, she admitted because if he hadn’t shown up in time she would not be standing here.

“It was first time I reacted, instead of standing by to watch, instead of running away.”, he responded almost as if he was choosing his words.

“Something took a hold of me.”, he continued she could hear the words catch in his throat.

“I couldn’t let you die.”, he said with a brokenness she could feel.

Astonishing, the very man who destroyed planets and had no mercy as he climbed up to claim his power, was unable to do the very thing he had been doing so far.

She could only give him a curt nod in response to his statement because her words would convey to him the very thing she was trying to hide, all these thoughts about him.

“I thought I would never feel it again.”, he gently took her hands in his to dry them.

“the fear of losing someone.”, he gulped and she could feel the overwhelming need to sit down.

“I care about.”, he said and she stepped closer, unable to figure out what he wanted.

“I don’t want to lose this friendship.” He admitted.

She let out the breath she had held, she was the one interpreting this all wrong. He was very clear and here she was hoping and worrying for nothing.

He was only now discovering the right to his emotions and in such a state manipulating him into thinking he wanted more in a relationship would only led him to hate her. So she would have to wait until he made sense of it on his own or maybe accept the fact that he never will.

Instead she eased him, for the progress he had made so far, no one would believe he was the same man as before, with his black uniform and deadly stare. The bags underneath his eyes had vanished and looked so much more younger. He let his hair grow out and put on a bit of muscle with all the work he had been doing.

She slipped her hands under his arms and engulfed him in a soft hug. His body solid under her touch, her cheek resting on his chest, his healthy heart beating much faster now. She closed her eyes and stayed there, in this comfort, in his warmth, if she asked him to stay would he give up his plans for her?

Unfortunate events bringing together the most unfortunate people, she felt his arms wrap around her, his head resting on hers just as she had dreamed about the day she had brought him here. His hold tightened on her before he swayed softly, she laughed, looking up at him. She didn't know he had it in him to dance.

“I have this song stuck in my head. The one Tabitha keeps playing.”, he told her.

The song was her grandmother’s favourite, the one that had played at her wedding. It was in Marjorie’s native tongue, a language now only a few knew.

“How does it go?”, she asked him, swaying in his arms. He took a moment to think before he began to hum it. She sang the words and watched as his face lit up, the corners of his eyes creasing in a wondrous smile. He had to heal first, before he could start to love.

He took her hand in his and rested the other on her waist as he danced, he had forgotten how to do it, but the beauty was in the imperfection, in creating a new memory that wasn't tainted by the pain of his past.

He didn’t want to leave, he didn’t want to go back to a life that was so devoid of colour when all he had ever dreamed of was right here, in his arms.

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millers-planet · 4 years ago

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mrvdocks · 5 years ago

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Just Ask ll

Part 1.

“What an asshole,” you mutter, walking right to the bar. “I shouldn’t have come, I’m such an idiot.”

You don’t know what you’re going to do, you just know you need something to be able to tolerate him if and when you go back.

After downing multiple shots, you trudged down the hall, trying to walk as best you could back to the roomette. If liquid courage could help you at any time, it had to be this one. You were planning what you’d say to him, making up a conversation in your head and giving yourself the best arguments and points and ending with him begging for forgiveness, and then maybe, just maybe, you could actually get the ball rolling on the friction you’d been feeling. You smile to yourself, eager to battle it out, and make the leap to open the door. Your smile drops.

He sits there, knees to chest, just staring at the wall. Unconsciously chewing on his lip, just like the good ol’ days. When he notices you, he stops and speaks up. “Hey.”

You sigh, clearly exhausted. You open your mouth to hurl at least an insult or something to make him know you’re still game to argue. When nothing comes out, you abandon all anger and move to sit next to him.

Shoulder to shoulder, you still can’t bring yourself to look at him. Not directly at least.

“What are we doing, Billy?”

You feel like you’re back in college, in the aftermath of hashing it out and taking a breather over something stupid that doesn’t matter. It seemed so simple then, and here you two were now. Avoiding things and people, and you were adding more wood into the fire you haphazardly helped to start.

“I dunno,” He whispers. “Just….thinking.”

There was something he wasn’t saying. It wasn’t fair that only your secrets came to light tonight. You needed to even the score. “Why’d you send RUN?”

“Why did you?” He counters.

“I asked first.”

He chuckled to himself. “To be quite honest, I was….blithering drunk and lonely.”

Your brows perked up. “So you made me drop everything I care about because you got drunk?”

You weren’t too mad, the liquor had made sure to placate you. You just felt a tinge of annoyance at him. Nonetheless, his recklessness struck a chord in you. It was a tango, it took two, and it only took two seconds for you to ruin your life for him.

“Why did you?” He asked, this time turning his head to meet yours.

You buried your face in your hands, groaning. “I have no idea.”

You do have some idea. You can’t remember a time of normalcy. The domestic life was constraining at times. Not that you didn’t love your son, but you missed certain things before him. How ironic, here you were with an ex and missing your son, yet when you were with Charlie, all you did was miss Billy. You imagined a different path, a dream, maybe Billy could’ve been Charlie’s father and not - you shook your head.

“What?” Billy’s voice brought you back to reality.

“Where the hell were you?” Your voice quivered.

His brows furrowed in confusion. “What do you mean?”

“Why now? Why so late?”

His face fell, some understanding showing.

“I needed you, a long time ago,” Your voice began to crack. “I was doing fine without you! I had you out of my system, I was getting over you.”

Then I saw your face, and now I can’t erase 15 years worth of yearning for you.

Somewhat of a lie, but you didn’t think you should be unloading almost every painful feeling of longing you had for him. He just listened intently, knowing that every word that came from you was a huge hit to your pride.

“I’m sorry. Look, I wish I could give you some sort of explanation that isn’t half-assed but there isn’t. I’m just a screw-up.” And maybe I just missed you, a lot.

You laughed bitterly, half-assed was right.

“What do you see when you look at me, Billy? Am I a screw up to you too?”

“No!” He places his hands on your shoulders, gentle with you. “We all fuck up. It’s been 15 years, something’s bound to change. No one seems to have it all together.”

With a pitiful scoff, you can’t help but feel seen. To feel like he knows how to ‘fake it till you make it’. And boy, does he know. But he won’t tell you this, yet.

Your head lulls down but he places his finger under your chin, forcing you to look at him. You’re emotionally bare in front of him, and he knows it won’t be long till he’s in your position. But it can wait.

“I like you, still. Maybe even more. You’re sexier, you don’t take my shit or probably anyone’s, you’re probably kicking my ass - career-wise I think.”

You give him an easy smile, the corners of your eyes wet for a moment before he wipes it away.

“Shut up.”

“I’m serious,” He laughs. “I think I might be the worst bastard in history.”

“Maybe not the worst.”

He feigns shock but nonetheless sees that you’re feeling better. Unless the front you were putting was more convincing than his ever was.

“Give me one day.” He pleads.

“One day?”

“One day. We can do whatever you want and if you love it then we keep this train going and see where this leads us, or at the end of the day if you still feel homesick, we can go our separate ways.”

I’ll let you go. He almost said. He just got you back, and he would be damned if he was going to let you go without a fight or at least a proper vacation. How selfish of him, but sometimes you had to be.

“I…..okay.”

He smiled from ear to ear, internally sighing in relief. “Great! I think this calls for a celebratory nap,” He checks his phone, it’s two am. “We’ve got a solid five hours and then the fun begins.”

Stepping out into the cool breeze of Chicago, you feel a little bit more optimistic about your relationship with Billy. Home was on the back burner for now, today was about you and your needs.

You stared at the train ticket, eyes flying everywhere trying to figure out what time the next train would come. Got to time that goodbye, maybe.

“Maybe it’s just me and the lack of sleep but I cannot find the next train time.”

“I can check.” He offers, suddenly distracted by the phone ringing. He seems anxious based on whatever he just received but puts up a calm front. “Be back in a bit.” With that, he walks back into the station.

You watch people walking, cars pass and get lost in the city soundscape. A woman passes you and hands you a brochure. The Cloud Gate at Millennium Park. It seemed interesting enough.

“Twenty-four hours till the next train, everything’s going according to plan.” He smiles warmly.

“Great.” You feign excitement. “Except, where will we sleep?”

“That, my dear, can be solved with a hotel room.”

The thought of you two in a hotel room made your mind reel. Not in a bad way of course, but well at least the room would be an upgrade from the tiny roomette. Who knows, the day is still young and maybe your horny prayers would be answered this time.

“Let’s get one now.” You were almost too eager as you took him by the hand and were on your merry way to finding a hotel. He wasn’t complaining.

“Someone’s excited.”

“Is it such a crime to want to fuck someone after being blue balled for twenty-four hours?”

“You know you can’t undo this.”

“Well, I don’t want to unfuck you. Do you?”

“No, ma’am.”

“That poor girl.” You said in a half horrified and half-embarrassed tone.

“What?” Billy asked as if he didn’t just have his hands all over your ass in the lobby. You were thankful you remembered to wear something underneath the skirt you had, afraid that the lobby cameras and some schmuck would’ve had tickets to a free peep show.

“I don’t know whether to smack you or berate you.” You whispered.

“You could fuck me.” The bastard smiled smugly.

You laughed nervously, ashamed to meet the passing eyes of people outside the hotel who’d heard that. “Very fucking funny.”

His shoulders shook as he laughed, content with himself.

“Okay, can we focus on the fact that that room was worth my rent and then some? Where the hell are we going to get all that money?”

“I’ll take care of that.” He said.

Within minutes, he was able to walk into a bank and you stood outside taking in your surroundings. Your eyes trailed off looking everywhere, trying to find something to pass the time. Your eyes landed on an ice cream cart not too far away and as if on cue, your stomach grumbled.

You placed a hand on top of your stomach. “Forgive me.”

You nabbed two cones, immediately devouring one and holding onto the other for Billy. When he came out, you gave him his quickly, afraid that you’d eat more than you’d like to. You raised your brows as if to ask if he’d gotten the money.

“It’s going to take a couple of hours.”

You hummed, dejected.

“Up for some sightseeing?” He asked. You nodded through a mouthful of ice cream and passed him the brochure.

The walk was long but you didn’t mind. It was a clear day, sun shining on the water and the chatter of people made you feel like you were in some cheesy rom-com with the love of your life without a care in the world. If only it were that easy.

“What do you think it means?” Billy asks, looking up at the reflective silver bean.

You mess with your reflection, pulling funny faces and taking some snapshots of it.

“That you definitely need more iron in you.”

He scrunches his face.

“How pretentious we must be. We’re analyzing a giant space bean.”

“Oh yes, 19 year old you must be so proud.” You quip, knowing he was the exact opposite of a valedictorian.

“Hmm no, that was more your expertise. Museum dates, staying in the library at ungodly hours, and making me study my arse off.”

“And now look at me. Totally living the life.” You couldn’t help but take a shot at yourself. Yes, you were smart, but what good had it done for you? Still a hopeless romantic.

“Don’t do that.”

“Do what?”

“Shit on yourself like that. You turned out way better than I did, I guess you leaving me was the right choice.”

“I didn’t leave, you did.”

“And what a screw up it was, hm?” He knows, no he admits, what a gargantuan screw up it was. “I always thought, now I can’t slow you down. She must be out there with an amazing career after all the shit I’ve put her through, and you do.”

“I lied.”

“What?”

“I’m not a nurse,” You’re word vomiting now. “Fuck’s sake I can’t even look at blood without fainting. I failed the program. I decided to choose something my mom didn’t lead me towards so I became a teacher and a…..failed writer.”

He nods and swallows.

“And then I met him. And I thought, maybe this is the right one. Maybe this time I could move on. He gave me the attention I thought I wanted. He gave me everything. But then I’d see you everywhere and I just couldn’t do it yet.”

“You still see him?” His voice is strained, and you pretend like you don’t see his jaw clench asking about this other lover.

You shake your head. “Fucker moved to a different state by the time I found out I was pregnant. I didn’t want him to come back but I also didn’t want to be lonely. So I kept Charlie.”

“I know.”

You smile thinking of your son. “He absolutely hates it when I sing. He loves to just throw a stuffed animal at me anytime I’m close to even thinking of singing.”

“You’re kidding.”

“Okay, well it’s a lot funnier than it seems.”

“I mean, you are kind of a bad singer.”

You punch his arm playfully. He yelps.

“No, I’m not!”

“I remember you trying to sing that god awful pop song in the shower every time and I’d always have to come in to shut you up.”

“You’re just jealous of my voice.”

“I bet the animals are too.” He chuckles. He yelps again as you punch his arm.

His phone dings in his pocket again, but you don’t notice him go into anxious mode again. Your eyes are admiring the architecture around you. He slips it back in and you turn your attention to him again.

“We should go shopping.”

You raise a brow. “Since when do you shop for yourself?”

“Come on, you don’t want to feel the richest you’ve ever been in some fancy new clothes in a hotel room?”

You hum. “I guess I’m overdue for some things.” Your blouse and skirt combo aren’t exactly feeling too fresh anymore and you think of the pretty lace sets you could find for tonight.

“What kinds of things?” He gives you a once over, practically undressing you with his eyes.

“I guess you’ll find out.”

You’ve never set foot in a store this fancy. You don’t see yourself as living this luxury. But a beautiful lavender dress blesses your eyes and you can’t help but take curious strides to it. The material basically melts in your hand, soft and silky.

“This is nice.”

“Very nice.”

You check the tag on the arm sleeve and recoil. “Eh, not that nice.”

“Buy it! It’ll look great on you.”

“That’s like $700, do you know what I can buy with $700?”

“It’s a special night. We’re traveling, we’re together. Can you honestly not say you’re dreaming of something like this?”

“If I told you I had used my savings for this trip, would you forgive me?” You winced, traveling was not cheap nor was it forgiving to your bank account.

“Here, take this.” He says, pulling out a wad of bills from his pocket like nothing. You feel like you’re asking your sugar daddy to fund your next shopping trip.

“How did you - I can’t take this.”

“Shh. Buy yourself something nice. Ok, that sounded wrong but it’s true.”

“Billy.”

“Think of it as a gift.”

You nod hesitantly but thank him.

“Alright, I’ll see you back at the hotel in an hour. Have fun.”

With that, he runs off and you turn back to your options. This was going to be a long hour.

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secondsineternity · 5 years ago

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Coffee Guy - Teaser

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imaginethatalena · 6 years ago

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#161: Hux x Reader

Thanks @ryuzakiackerman1 for requesting ❤

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Request: Hi... Can you please write story about Reader and Hux... Reader having a lots of tattoos but Noone knows about them until some stats to poke and Hux notices... And wants to see them... I'll leave it up to you if they end up together

Rules for requesting.

Health checks were a regular part of the First Order, especially among the Stormtroopers, who had to be at peak physical performance at all times. The generals were always present at these. This was your first physical health check, and being part of a unique squadron of volunteers who needed the money, your body had a story unlike the Stormtroopers who had been raised by the First Order.

Hux’s eyes widened when you shed the outer layers of your uniform, revealing your body to the medical droid and your general. Dark ink was scrawled across your body, winding and weaving different pieces of art from limb to limb.

You noticed Hux staring as the medical droid began to poke and prod at you, cocking your brow at him in amusement.

“See something you like?” you asked. You were known for being forward with your words, and this was especially the case with General Hux, who you had no problem hiding your attraction for.

Hux cleared his throat and looked away. “I’ve never seen tattoos like that.”

“I can give you a closer look if you want,” you said suggestively, and the look Hux gave you told you that he was definitely going to take you up on that offer later.

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shangchiswife · 3 years ago

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hux- good little girl

summary: even though hux treats you like crap he's jealous when he sees you with your childhood best friend, Kylo Ren.

hux x reader, platonic!kylo ren x reader

warnings: cursing, making out

word count: 1241

Being General Hux's assistant was a tedious and meticulous job. And in general, being forced into the First Order was not anywhere close to your first job choice. But your salary made up for it.

When you were done with college, your advisors had advised you to enter the First Order. You had initially declined until the First Order had banged on your door to join or they'd kill your family. So you reluctantly agreed.

Even though the First Order's message was harsh you often found yourself curious about it.

You were a very ambitious person and once you joined the First Order you climbed and climbed the ranks and now were General Hux's assistant after hard work.

"Y/N!" an angry voice snapped you out of your thoughts.

You looked up to see a frustrated General Hux looking down on you.

"Oh, do you need something General?" you asked staring up into your superior's sapphire blue eyes.

"Yes actually, I need you to turn in your notes from the last battle with the resistance in an hour,"

Your heart dropped. You had forgotten to do those notes. Usually, you were so on top of your schedule too you didn't know what happened.

"You gave me until tomorrow, General that isn't fair!" you cried as anger bubbled up in your system.

"Watch your tone Y/L/N," Hux snarled as he got close to your face making you glare at him.

The rest of your co-workers stared at you almost with sympathy.

"You will do it immediately and if I don't expect it in an hour you'll be punished," the general said as he turned on his heel to stare at the other workers.

"What are you idiots looking at! You all have work to do so get going!" he barked as he stormed off.

You stuck up your middle finger at his retreating form.

"Fuck you, Hux," you mumbled.

You didn't know how you could bear to put up with him but somehow you did even when it was hard.

You stared at your datapad in front of you and sighed as you started typing away the details of the last battle.

When you felt a tap on your shoulder a few minutes later you felt like you were going to kill whoever was interrupting your work.

As you whipped your head around to scream at this person you were face to face with Kylo Ren.

Your angry aroma disintegrated and you put on a smile.

"Kylo! What are you doing here?" you asked.

You and Kylo were childhood friends introduced to each other by your parents. Your parents were always saying that you two would end up married but you never felt that way about him.

Once you joined the First Order you were so happy to see a familiar face.

"I had some time away from my knights so I thought I'd see you," his voice was robotic from the "threatening" mask he wore.

"That's so nice but I have so much to do right now, Ky because of stupid fucking General Hux," you growled.

"Why am I not surprised that he's the source of your anger," the commander chuckled at your anger.

"It isn't funny! I completely forgot about this one task and then he springs it up and says that instead of giving it to him tomorrow I have to give it in an hour well less than that!" you covered your face with your hands.

Kylo sighed and put a comforting hand on your shoulder.

Nearby General Hux burned with jealousy.

Why was Kylo Ren touching the person that he was infatuated with?

He watched as you threw your head back in laughter at something he had said.

Your laughter was like music to his ears.

He knew that he didn't treat you well but he didn't know how to manage his crush on you.

He rushed over to where you were and put a hand on your shoulder and gripped it tightly making you yelp.

Both you and Kylo turned your heads over to General Hux who had a tight smile on his lips.

"General," Kylo sneered.

"Commander," Hux acknowledged as he looked at Kylo with disgust.

"Shouldn't you be with your knights training them?" Hux lifted his chin up haughtily as he stared at your friend.

"No actually because I have a break right now," Kylo said cooly as he put his hands behind his back.

"I see...well I have to borrow Y/L/N for a moment," Hux harshly grabbed your arm and pulled you.

"Don't touch her like that," Kylo spoke dangerously as Hux didn't turn back and kept pulling you as if you were on a leash and went into a secluded hallway.

"Don't touch me like that," you sneered as you rubbed your arm gently.

Suddenly he shoved you against the wall with his lips close to your ear.

"I am your superior, Y/L/N, remember that my dear," the ginger-haired man said as he traced your jaw with his gloved fingers making chills go down your spine.

You couldn't deny but feel an attractiveness towards your general even if he treated you like shit.

He then started to trace your lips.

His blue eyes bore into yours as he looked for a reaction from you.

You started to shiver.

"I think I need to wash this pretty little mouth of yours from all of the disrespect that comes out of it," the man continued to trace your lips as you said nothing and averted your eyes.

You couldn't help but feel turned on by this situation.

He brought his lips close to your ear again and nibbled on it for a moment before speaking. You closed your eyes with pleasure.

"I want you to be a good little girl and finish your work and stop talking to Kylo Ren," he said.

"Kylo's my friend though..." you whispered.

"Friends don't look at friends that way my dear," Hux stepped back and admired you.

"Why should I be taking orders from you anyway!" you shouted.

Hux put his hand around your throat making your eyes widen.

"Once again I am your superior, Y/L/N, let that stick into your head," he purred as his eyes looked to your parted lips.

"Just fucking kiss me already!" you blurted out as his eyes widened for a moment but he smashed his lips onto yours and you wrapped your hands around his neck.

"Y/N are you okay I thought I heard-"

The both of you stopped kissing at looked at Kylo Ren's figure.

From under his mask, you already knew that Kylo's jaw had dropped.

"Oh," he said simply as he stared at both of your red faces.

"Use a condom," he said as he turned away and left with his robes floating behind him.

You burst into laughter as Hux stared at you with a small smile on his face.

He then pushed you up against the wall again as you smirked at him.

"What about my assignment?" you questioned as you batted your eyelashes at him. He put his hand on your cheek and stroked it.

"Have as much time as you need, now can we just get to the good stuff...if you want?" he asked.

"Yeah but make sure to have a condom I don't want to make Kylo's only request go to waste," you let out a loud laugh as he began to kiss your neck.

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merakiaes · 4 years ago

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Hate You, Hate You Not - Armitage Hux

Pairing: General Armitage Hux x reader

Requested: By anon.

Prompts: #1 & #58 from the fluff-list.

Warnings/notes: (SHOULD I MAKE A PART 2 WITH MORE ROMANCE IN IT?) This ended up being much longer than I planned so it's most likely very boring and dull😭 Might be a bit, if not a lot, out of character since this is kinda my test-run for Hux and Star Wars in general. Getting the characters mannerisms in might take some practice. Not proofread so I apologize in advance for any mistakes. This is the first time ever that I write for Star Wars and the first time in like 5-6 months that I’m writing in general so I’m a bit rusty. Please reblog and leave comments to keep my motivation going and let me know if you’d like to be added to a Star Wars taglist <3

Wordcount: 5632

Summary: One of Kylo Ren’s many tantrums results in your room being inhabitable for a night, which in turn results in you having to share a room - and bed - with the person you hate the most.

Everyone who had ever, at some point in their lives, worked alongside Kylo Ren in his quest to bring the Order to power, knew how much of a hassle and inconvenience his temper, or lack thereof, could be.

Not much was needed for him to lose his cool and it happened on a much too frequent basis than what was considered normal for a man in his early 30s, at least according to you.

Of course, however, you couldn’t actually tell him that, nor could you think it, with the risk of him probing your mind.

So every time he came back from a failed mission and completely obliterated your hard work, you could do nothing but bite your tongue, clear your head and repair the damages like you’d done oh, so many times before.

That’s what you got for being one of the highest-ranked engineers of the Order, you supposed.

But on this day you would’ve, for the first time in your life, very much preferred to repair the damages left behind by your tantrum-prone leader like you always did. Because if that punishment had to be compared to the one you were now facing, you would’ve chosen the former without even a shadow of a doubt.

But, unfortunately, that was not an option this time around, as the room that had fallen victim to the sizzling beam of Kylo Ren’s lightsaber was your bedroom.

Well, not originally, of course, but sparks had flown from the totaled control panels and a piece of supposedly fireproof metal scrap had caught on fire before you and the other engineers reached the room for a damage-control, starting of as a small flame and then proceeding to spread like wildfire as fire did, in ways completely unbeknownst to you as, like already mentioned, the place was supposed to be safe from fires.

The licking flames had managed to melt through several walls before you got to the scene, and one of those walls was the wall to your bedroom.

It was late when it happened, only fifteen minutes before you were supposed to end your shift, and as you were on the verge of having a mental fucking breakdown, you personally requested an audience with Kylo and were granted permission by him after a very carefully-worded explanation to start early in the morning.

But that only took care of one of your problems, and only temporarily at that. Now you were left with the issue of finding other sleeping accommodations since your room was currently not habitable. You had no choice but to ask for another room and, of course, Hux thought that to be the perfect time to crack a sarcastic joke about throwing you into one of the prisoner cells.

You had never, in all your years of being alive, glared so fiercely at another human being as you did then. And in your moment of anger, you accidentally let your walls down and let your thoughts run freely through your head – your annoyance directed at the General, but also at Kylo Ren, being exposed.

You felt it before you saw it – that little prickle in your head, that little sting of your mind being probed – and only a second later, Kylo Ren turned his masked head in your direction, walked up to you with patronizingly slow steps and spoke:

“I think you’ll find that General Hux’s quarters will suffice for the night, until repairs can be done to your own. He has more than enough space for both of you.”

He turned his head to look at the baffled man standing behind him, all of the attitude he had previously been harboring against you now completely melted away.

“Isn’t that right, General?” Kylo continued asking, giving him the time he needed to regain his composure.

The general in question had never been very good at holding his tongue, not even when receiving orders from superiors, and was quick to protest.

As anyone would’ve been able to guess, that didn’t go very well, and you weren't even gonna try hiding the satisfaction you got from seeing Hux be force-choked against a wall for speaking out of turn.

No matter how good both of you were at hiding your spiteful thoughts toward him, Kylo knew how much the two of you hated him. And more than anything, he knew how much you hated each other.

Kylo had become very predictable to you during the time you had been there and you knew his ways good enough to know that he wouldn’t have wasted petty energy in putting the two most hateful people he knew in the same room if he hadn’t been pushed to do so.

You knew that you weren’t the reason in this scenario, despite the fact that he had probably felt your spite directed towards him, which only left one option; and that option was the bitter, infuriatingly stubborn ginger currently walking by your side.

You glanced at him from the corner of your eye and glared, clenching and unclenching your fists at your sides in the same manner you had been doing ever since Kylo had ruled his decision final and dismissed you for the night.

His eyes remained trained on the metallic corridor that seemed to be stretched out for miles in front of you and your blood boiled at the sight.

You would’ve lost your shit if he’d had the nerve to even consider looking at you after putting you in this situation, but at the same time, you were also on the verge of losing your shit about him having the audacity to ignore you.

You wanted to scream at him like you’d never screamed at anyone before, but you knew that doing that would only fuel the petty grudge Kylo had against the two of you and give him more ways to cause you torment. The only thing you and the general would ever have in common was not wanting that.

But still, what harm could a tiny bit of friendly banter do?

“You just couldn’t help yourself, could you, Armitage?” The question you’d been sucking on for the past few minutes finally slipped out into the air, making your anger known.

“Don’t call me that.”

“My apologies.” You sarcastically shot back with a dry laugh. “You just couldn’t help yourself, could you, general?”

“No, it was awfully tempting.” Was all that he replied, his eyes not once flickering and neither his stone-cold scowl nor fast-paced stride faltering.

Well, you might have absolutely despised each other but in the very least, you never bothered lying to each other. That had to count for something, right? Not that either of you cared.

No more words were exchanged, and that was probably for the best. Engineers and stormtroopers all moved out of your way as the two of you marched through the corridors, side by side, knowing better at this point than to get on your bad sides when you were together and this obviously angry both with each other and in general.

Soon enough, you finally reached the corridor in which Hux’s sleeping quarters were located and once the mechanic doors slid open, you pushed yourself past him into the room before he even got the chance to react.

He fumed behind you as he watched you make yourself at home, dropping your dirty jacket on his perfectly made bed.

“You’ll take the floor, then?” You asked as you turned around, crossing your arms over your chest and shooting him a forced smile.

“Hardly.” He spat, eyes narrowing, and you scoffed, rolling your eyes in return.

“You must be a real hit with the ladies with those manners.”

At that, he stepped further into his room, allowing the sensory-triggered door to shut behind him, successfully shutting the two of you in together.

“I don’t have time for fooling around with women.” He spat out the last word with such malice that you automatically raised an eyebrow.

“Well, that explains it.” You mused, the corner of your lip tugging upwards ever so slightly.

“Explains what, exactly?” His eyes narrowed further, and this time it was his turn to cross his arms.

“That stick you have up your ass.” You wasted no time in shooting back, and before he got a chance to reply, you continued. “I know this might be news to you seeing as you’re, well, you, but gentlemen are supposed to sacrifice their comfort and offer themselves to take the floor when a lady, due to unfortunate circumstances, is forced to stay in their room.”

You sarcastically smiled at him and sank down his bed, something that he, judging by the snarl overtaking his face, didn’t appreciate.

“You, a lady? That will be the day.” He scoffed. “Even calling you a woman is a stretch with your mannerisms.”

You could only roll your eyes.

“Well, I’m not sharing a bed with you.” The glare that had temporarily been exchanged for a teasing smirk returned to your face. “I’d rather share a bed with Millicent.”

As you said that, you picked up a single strand of cat hair from his bed, held it up for further inspection and raised your lip in disgust.

He stared at you dead serious, hands clasped behind his back and eyes burning holes into the side of your face.

“You’re allergic to cats.” He pointed out, making your head whip back around to face him with a glare equally as fierce as the one you were met with.

“Yes, that’s my point.” You deadpanned. “But it would seem that said point just went right over your thick-skulled head.”

“Do you think I am any happier about this than you are?” He scowled, and you stood up, slowly approaching him and coming to a stop right in front of him.

He took a small step back, a move that made your lip tug upward ever so slightly. The fact that he was so obviously not as tough as he wanted people to believe gave you a special kind of satisfaction and he knew it, judging by the way he only turned stiffer after that.

“You should be.” You smiled sweetly at him, keeping your eyes connected to his. “Because you’re sure as hell lucky I haven’t choked the life out of you yet for getting us into this situation in the first place.”

He glared and you glared right back, challenging, no, daring him to fight back. You knew that he wanted to, you could see that he wanted to, but in the end, not even he was that stupid.

So he said nothing, and once you realized you had finally managed to successfully back him into a corner, you backed away from him again and plastered on another forced, overly sweet smile.

“Now, I need to take a shower. I reek of burnt plastic.” You stated flatly and pushed past him, making a beeline for the one extra door in the room that you could only assume was his bathroom.

You heard the squeak of his shoes rubbing against the floor as he quickly turned around behind you, and then came the determined steps and the proximity of his body closing in on you. However, before he got the chance to object or reach you, you entered his bathroom and slammed the door shut in his face, smiling contently to yourself as you listened to the muffled string of curses that followed.

You didn’t spend any more time thinking about it, though, not wasting any time before doing what you came in there to do.

You got out of your horrid-smelling clothes, released your equally as nasty-smelling hait from its ponytail and stepped into the shower.

If there was one thing you appreciated a little extra about living at the Starkiller Base, it was that everyone used the same scented soap. Because that meant that you wouldn’t have to go around smelling specifically like Hux, but rather just like you always smelled.

Once you finished washing your hair and body, you had to stop and think for a bit.

Your clothes obviously still reeked and needed a proper wash before they could be worn again, and you obviously couldn’t go naked.

After much thought back and forth, you finally settled with your own leggings as they were the one piece of clothing from your previous attire that smelled the least of smoke, and a plain black, long-sleeved undershirt that you found in a pile of Hux’s clean laundry.

Once you vad gotten dressed, braided your hair and re-entered the bedroom accompanied by a stream of steam, you found it to be empty, Hux nowhere in sight.

You couldn’t deny that you wondered where he’d gone off to, but you shook your head free of his face pretty quickly, settling with believing that he just went to take his frustration out on some poor stormtrooper or low-rank intern like he so often did when things didn’t go his way, much like Kylo Ren beat the shit out of any control panel he could get his hands on.

While you awaited his return, you occupied yourself with going around the room and lighting the small night-lamps like you normally did in your own room before going to bed.

That obviously didn’t take long, however, so you were soon enough once again left alone with your boredom and started walking around the room, inspecting all of Hux’s belongings.

You realized pretty quickly that he was not a person to whom inanimate things had much sentimental value, as he definitely didn’t have much to his name aside from the basic interior that all of the sleeping quarters on the base had.

He had a ring on his drawer, a few books in one of his two bookshelves while the other stood empty, a small bed in a corner for his cat, clothes in his wardrobe, and that was pretty much it. He had no pictures of family, no real personal belongings that could signify any kind of emotional value.

But then again, who did in these parts?

“Is that my shirt?”

You jumped when you heard the sudden voice behind you, quickly turning around where you stood twirling the ring you had found in the light of the lamp standing beside you.

Your eyes found his form immediately, shocked meeting stern.

“Why are you wearing my shirt?” He almost instantly repeated himself when not getting a reply the first time, slowly beginning to walk in your direction with his hands clasped behind his back.

You quickly put the ring back down on the dresser and turned towards him, regaining your composure.

“Well, if you hadn’t noticed, my room and everything in it was burnt to a crisp. The smokey smell on my clothes was giving me a headache and kind of would have ruined the purpose of taking a shower so when I just so conveniently noticed a pile of clean clothes, I helped myself.” You shrugged like it wasn’t a big deal, and to you, it wasn’t.

Hux, however, didn’t seem amused in the slightest.

“Yes, you seem to have a habit of thinking you’re entitled to everything you want.” He spat back at you, coming to a stop while there was still a good amount of distance between the two of you.

Any chill you had previously had melted right off and your annoyance quickly returned at the sound of his words.

“Oh, do excuse me. I just thought one headache would be enough.” You retorted and rolled your eyes, before sighing and crossing your arms over your chest. “So, how are we doing this? It’s late and I need to be up early to see to the repairs.”

“I thought that I made myself clear.” Hux was quick to scoff, his glare not faltering for as much as a second. “I’m not giving you my bed.”

Once again, all you could do was roll your eyes. “Well, I guess we’ll just have to suck it up then.” You stated flatly and sat down on the bed, wasting no time in starting to divide the pillows into two piles rather than one.

You took a few seconds to adjust the pillows to suit your needs before looking back up, eyebrow raised at the fact that he had yet to say or do anything.

Your eyes once again met his and you almost laughed out loud at the sight you were faced with, but thankfully managed to control yourself and avoid making the situation even harder than it already was.

Long story short, Hux had never looked more horrified than he did in that moment.

He basically looked at you like you had killed his cat, and that was putting it lightly.

You took a few seconds to just enjoy watching him squirm and silently scramble to make sense of the situation, but even you knew when enough was enough and raised a questioning eyebrow at him in an attempt to get him moving.

“Well? What’s it going to be?” You asked. “It’s either this or the floor, just like it was for me.”

Hux opened his mouth, hesitated, and then closed it again. He obviously hadn’t been expecting you to actually agree on sharing his bed with him and now that you had, he was left at loss for words as he clearly hadn’t been preparing for anything other than you sleeping on the floor.

But after a good moment of just standing there and looking like an idiot, he finally picked himself back up, squared his shoulders and walked around the bed to the other side with frustrated strides and a snarling lip.

The feigned confidence melted right off, however, when he reached his destination and awkwardly shuffled into bed while simultaneously avoiding your amused and mocking stare, silently grabbing the extra blanket that was folded upon his bedside table.

Both of you laid down on your backs and a heavy silence fell like a thick blanket over the room. The only sound you could hear for a few moments were each other’s breaths and your own heartbeats. For a moment, only for a microscopical moment, you were actually on your way to admit to yourself that it was kind of nice.

But that thought went flying out the window just as quickly as it had knocked on the door of your mind when Hux broke the silence by beginning to adjust himself to get ready to sleep, and in the process of doing so made the active choice to tug the pillows from right under your head.

The back of your head hit the mattress with a soft thump and you closed your eyes, your lips pulling into a straight, tight line and one, sharp breath being released through your nose as you attempted to keep your cool.

You took a moment to calm down, before you turned your head to his side of the bed where he now laid with his back to you and tugged the pillows back – maybe with a little too much force than necessary.

Hux had quickly rolled over to his other side to take them back and in anger and an eagerness to get to sleep, you exclaimed: “Stop stealing the pillows!”

He met you with a stare cold enough to have anyone else shaking in their boots and spat back. “They’re my pillows.”

You grumbled under your breath and let go of one of the two pillows, letting him pull it back to his side while you held on to the last one.

You stared at each other for a moment, both of you eventually coming to a silent, mutual agreement that you were too tired to fight and therefore he'd let you keep the pillow you were holding on to as if your life depended on it.

He, once again, laid down and turned his back to you, his hands holding on to the pillows under his head while you struggled to get comfortable again, this time with only one pillow.

“Why is your bed so damn hard?” You muttered under your breath as you angrily shoved your elbow into the mattress in an attempt to make it more comfortable – as if that was ever going to help.

“Stop complaining.” He only snapped back.

“How could I when I’m stuck in a bed with you?”

“You could’ve asked for other accommodations when you had the chance.”

“And what, be the next victim of Ren’s lightsaber?” You scoffed. “I’m the one in charge of the repairs that are needed every time he throws a wobbly. I’ve seen the kind of damage that thing can do and I’m not in any hurry to find myself at the receiving end of it.”

You muttered the last part under your breath as you finally managed to get relatively comfortable, plopping back down on your back and folding your hands over your stomach.

“How did you know I’m allergic to cats, anyway?” The question spilled out before you could stop yourself, and before you could even register that it was on the way.

Where did that even come from? Cats weren’t even close to being the subject at hand.

Hux didn’t seem to care much about the random change of subject, however, simply muttering back a reply. “You start sniffling and scratching your arms every time you’re in the same room as me for more than five minutes.”

He was clearly tired. Tired in general or just tired of you, you didn’t really know, but you guessed that it was a mixture of both since that was the case for you.

“Maybe I’m just allergic to you.” You muttered back with a shrug, even though he couldn’t see you, and he scoffed at that.

“Had that been the case I’m fairly certain it would go both ways and, unlike you, I don’t go around oozing snot everywhere I go.”

“I don’t go oozing snot everywhere.” You calmly protested, throwing the back of his head a disapproving glare before turning to lay on your side so that your back was now turned to his.

He didn’t say anything else and neither did you, sleep coming in and catching you completely by surprise and having you knocked out within the next two minutes.

When you woke up early that next morning, Hux was unsurprisingly already gone, Millicent instead laying in his place and looking right at you.

With a disgusted snarl and hesitant movements, you reached over to the other side of the bed and awkwardly patted her head twice, probably very much in the incorrect manner as you had no experience whatsoever with animals.

You got out of bed after that, put on your jacket and shoes, and wasted no time in getting to work once you’d gotten some food into your system, your team joining you in the damage-inflicted area to start on repairs like you’d done so many times before.

Everything was going fine and dandy, just a light-reckon day that started off like any other – if you didn’t count waking up in Hux’s bed with his cat – but a few hours into your workday, the unmistakable sound of Kylo Ren’s heavy steps could be heard echoing through the entire corridor you found yourself working in.

A big share of the Order’s pilots had been either killed or badly hurt a few days prior in an ambush. No one had expected any pilots to be needed for at least a few days but Kylo had gotten a sudden lead on the map that would take him to Luke Skywalker and was now walking around the base recruiting anyone capable of helping him get what he wanted.

Unfortunately for you, you were not only a highly-ranked engineer, but also a pretty decent pilot, and couldn’t say anything in protest when you were whisked away to a ship.

As anyone who wasn’t driven by an unhealthy obsession would have been able to guess, the lead was just too good to be true with a way too simple access.

Just like the last lead, this one fell through when it was revealed to be another ambush. You weren’t completely sure what happened, but over the comms, you had heard something about Leia Organa and some scavenger.

You didn’t have time to think about retired war heroes though, no matter how much you’d love to pry and the get in on the gossip, as you had to shoot yourself through a big fleet of Resistance starfighter corps, barely getting through with your ship intact.

Your fellow pilots were shot down one by one, only a small amount of you managing to get out of there. And even then, you were met by more starfighter corps just as quickly as you’d gotten away from the last line.

Everything was just a mess after that. You weren’t able to get through to anyone over the comms, only barely being able to make out a “pull back!” before your comm system was blown to pieces along with one of your main engines.

Along with several other ships, you were forced to crash-land on a small planet filled with thick woods and when your ship collided with the ground, your head slammed into the controls, rendering you unconscious for who knows how long.

By the time you came back to it, you were hanging upside down, the only thing preventing you from falling down being the seatbelt keeping you strapped in.

You struggled to get out of there but you managed, and had to take a moment to get your surroundings to stop spinning before moving forward to look for survivors as well as a ship that wasn’t completely beyond salvation.

You weren’t sure who you’d find, but the person you’d shared a bed with the previous night was definitely the last person you’d expect to have crashed in the same place as you.

And still, you recognized his ship immediately. After all, you were the one who had personalized it to fit his liking.

Lucky for you, his ship seemed to have gotten a pretty soft landing. As you circled around it, you were able to determine that no major engines had been blown out. Damaged? Definitely. But they looked intact enough to at least be able to put some more distance between you and the Resistance pilots and get you to a safer place. Hopefully, the inside would be as untouched as the outside.

The ramp was lowered to the ground but didn’t look broken, so you wasted no time in jogging inside.

The lights were out completely in the entrance area, and just flickering in the ceiling when you came further in.

The first thing you noticed when you entered the piloting pit was that the pilot was not breathing. How could you tell from that far a distance? Well, let’s just say that something that was not supposed to be stuck in his eye, was stuck in his eye.

Upon further inspection, you noticed another body on the floor. However, this one was very much alive.

You would’ve expected to be met by a desperate “help me”, maybe even some begging and pleading or in the very least a “please”, but instead, even when in the process of bleeding out on the floor, Hux narrowed his eyes at you as you approached him and asked you with ragged breaths:

“Is that my shirt?”

You panted as you dropped to your knees at his side, still pretty shaken up from your own crash. “What? No.” You replied in a breath, and you wasted no time in starting to inspect his injuries.

“Yes, it is.”

“Why would I be wearing your shirt?” You asked simply, struggling to see in the dark as the flickering lights weren’t providing much assistance by means of light.

“That’s my shirt.” He kept insisting, and flinched when your hand made contact with his lower abdomen.

Only then did your eyes register the glimmering piece of metal through your blurred and disoriented vision, sticking out of his side.

You flinched at the sight, not needing any more light than you had to know that it was really bad.

Your heart suddenly picked up in speed in your chest, and your hands began shaking as they became covered in his blood.

You had never been in the middle of the action before now, you’d always just been surrounded by metal and electricity. The most exciting thing you’d ever experienced was when a new engineer circuited a control panel the wrong way, resulting in it blowing up right by your workplace.

But it wasn’t the action in itself that had your heart about ready to burst through your chest, nor was it the blood in general, but rather the fact that it was his blood covering your hands.

His life was completely dependent on you at this moment and you had absolutely no idea how to behave accordingly.

But if there was something you knew, it was that the last thing you were supposed to do was to show a dying man your panic, so you took a deep breath and tried your hardest to steady your racing heart, going back to the conversation at hand.

“How could you tell the difference, really?” You asked. “All of our shirts look the same. All black, all equally as sufficient when used to stop blood flows.”

As you said that last part, you released another breath and ripped off a big chunk of the lower part of the shirt you were wearing.

A shirt that was, in fact, Hux's.

The man in question let his head fall back against the wall that he was propped against and his eyes squeezed shut when feeling your hands return to his side.

“Do you always wear shirts several sizes too big?” He managed to get out through clenched teeth and you replied without missing a beat.

“There was a mix-up in the laundry room.”

“So it isn’t your shirt?” He continued to be persistent and despite the seriousness of the situation, you couldn’t help but to let a small smile slip.

“Do you want to keep fighting about whether or not this shirt is mine or would you rather maybe, oh, I don’t know, focus on getting the hell out of here?” You asked him lightly and at that, he raised his head to meet your eyes with a distrusting glare.

“Why are you helping me?”

You raised your eyebrow at him, sparing just a second to meet his eyes. “You have a piece of metal stuck in your side, why the hell would I not help you?” You asked and as quickly as you had looked up, you looked back down at your hands to see what you were doing.

“You hate me, and I hate you.” He deadpanned, and you couldn’t deny you felt your heart tug in your chest.

“Who told you I hated you?” You asked, and listened as he let out a dry, struggling laugh.

“You did. On countless occasions.”

He hissed when you accidentally bumped your hand against the piece of metal. You quietly apologized but didn’t stop, knowing you didn’t have much time before the enemy would catch up with you.

“Thinking that I’m entitled to everything I want isn’t the only bad habit I have. I also have a tendency to overexaggerate.” You joked with a smile. “I do find you insufferably infuriating, though.”

Another chuckle left his lips. “Likewise.” He said and dropped his head back against the wall.

You said nothing more, ripping another two pieces off of the shirt, tying them together and wrapping it around his waist like you had the first piece. You tightened this knot significantly more than the first one, though, right above the piece of metal, and just as quickly as he had relaxed, he jerked back forward with a yell.

“I need to stop the bleeding, you need to keep still.” You hurriedly scolded and sternly pushed him back down by his chest.

He muttered bitterly in return, but didn’t protest.

“I bet you’re enjoying this.” He seethed, and you raised an eyebrow, a small smile playing on your lips.

“Whenever I’m feeling down, I just think back to the multiple times I’ve had the pleasure of witnessing you being force-thrown across a room by Ren. Puts a smile on my face every time. But that doesn’t automatically mean I want you to die. So stop wallowing in your internalized self-hatred and put your hand over mine.” You told him, trying your hardest to keep a lighthearted attitude, more so for your own sake than his at this point as you were literally about to pass out.

But he did as told, contributing with the strength he had left when you got to your feet and started pulling him up and into one of the seats that were still intact.

He put a trembling hand over yours and in turn, you put your other one over his and pushed down. He hissed and you gave him a moment to adjust, and when you were sure he was pressing hard enough with his own hand, you slowly removed both of yours and fastened his seatbelt.

“Keep pressure and hold on tight. This is most likely going to be a rough ride.” You warned him, and he slowly looked up at you through a mess of ginger hair.

“It can’t be any worse than the ride here.” He retorted and you nodded, taking that as a “go ahead”.

You wasted no time in getting into the pilot’s seat after pulling the previous pilot out, as well as the thick tree branch on which his head had been impaled, and started up the controls. It took a few tries to get out of the hole the ship hade gotten stuck in when crashing, but soon enough you were up in the sky.

With a bit of dumb luck, you eventually reached your destination and got brought back in to the base by your team of fellow engineers, all ready to repair the wrecked ship.

Hux was immediately taken to the medical bay while you stayed behind to help with the ships, and from two ends of the base, the two of you silently and separately came to realize that maybe, just maybe, you didn’t hate each other as much as you thought, after all.

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liptonsbabe · 3 years ago

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Chains of a Family [B.W]

Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5, Chapter 6, Chapter 7, Chapter 8

Bill Weasley x Grant! Fem! reader

Summary: “The White Philosopher's Stone, also called Calculus Albus, literally, "white stone", is capable of transforming any metal into silver. It is an, shall we say, immature version of the fully finished Philosopher's Stone. It does not allow to achieve eternal life, but it is able to provide greater longevity and a youthful appearance for quite longer”

Word count: 2.8K

Warnings: None. Just forgive me for the long wait! and as always, english not my mother language so pls tell me if something is wrong. Enjoy!

Chapter 8: White stones

Uagadou greeted you with a storm. It was unexpected. It wasn't a rainy land so you didn't have the idea to take with you an extra sweater to cover you from the cold. You only had a few clothes in your bag more than enough for the couple of days you would spend in the castle, however, the rain didn't seem to want to let up for a while.

You appeared in a nearby village. From there you would have to walk to the castle cause as in the most magical schools, you weren’t allowed to apparate or dispparate on the castle grounds or in the periphery, so you ran as fast as you could raising your wand above your head to cover yourself from the rain.

You nearly fell a couple of times in the mud, but your feet managed to cling firmly to the ground to continue on your way to the mountains of the moon from where you could see some lights of the castle lit up. You ran up the hill, your legs burning but you continued steadily until you reached the halfway point where the black clouds had lessened their cry. You lowered your wand realizing that even if you had made the effort to cover yourself from the rain with your wand, it was not enough to reach the top completely dry. Your traveling boots were stained with mud as were the folds of the plush cloak Molly Weasley had lent you for the trip.

It was wonderful the change Bill's mother had with you. It seemed that your efforts had paid off and that dinner with your grandfather convinced Mrs. Weasley that your relationship with William was serious, and above all that she was kinf of convinced that not everyone in the Grant family was a bad-hearted wizard. You found yourself happy for Molly's acceptance and that she had offered to arrange the wedding in the shortest time possible. War was an imminent state so there was no time to waste and Molly promised to have everything ready while you and Bill were dealing with the Order business.

The rest of the family found out about your trip to Uagadou one evening after the dinner with your grandpa when, while snacking, Nymphadora Tonks asked how long you would be away as she had offered to help Molly with the preparations and so make some adjustments to the wedding dress. Bill questioned what trip she was referring to when Lupin confessed the request he had made you.

Bill was furious to hear that you were going to Uagadou on your own while a world war raged. You assured him that you could take care of yourself but he didn’t give up. He was so frightened to think that something similar to the attack you received the night Harry was taken to the Burrow might happen to you that he offered to accompany you, however, Remus Lupin reminded him of his duties at the Ministry of Magic and that he had to stay for his "other duties" with the Order. You didn't understand what Remus meant by that, but you thought it was strange the way they looked at each other and the tension on their faces. At the end Bill relented and asked you to be careful and be safe. He promised to have everything ready upon your return and you couldn't be happier about that.

The wedding was scheduled to take place at the Burrow’s garden. It was a beautiful spacious place even if it was infested with gnomes.You'd like to be there to help them with everything that was needed for a wedding, but you couldn't neglect your business with the Order of the Phoenix and tear down that little trust you were getting from the members.

You ran the short distance to the front door along the long suspension bridge that connected the school to the hills as you tried to catch your breath. When you were at the entrance you rang the bell hoping someone would greet you soon.

A beautiful smile peeked through the door accompanied by the brunette gaze of the person you had missed the most since leaving school. The man opened the door fully revealing himself in a long navy blue robe that covered him to the tips of his toes, his short hair still shimmered in the dim light of the castle and his eyes sparkled the same way they did the first time you met. The man reached out his arms and, catching you in a breath-stealing embrace, pulled you inside. You let out a gasp in surprise but it didn't take you long to exchange it for a laugh and return his embrace.

"Watch it, I'm soaking wet" you said trying to pull away but he didn't let you but squeezed you tighter. You gave in and let him squeeze you as tight as he wanted "It’s raining cats and dogs out there!."

"I can't believe you're here, oh!" he said, pulling away a few inches. His long eyelashes fluttered like a pair of butterflies "It's been a long time since we've seen each other!"

"I know, Daren."

"What brings you here?"

"I want to see Professor Akingbade, is he in his office?"

"Yeah, it looks like he's finishing up some last minute business" Daren replied holding your hands "He's had a hectic week, you know? He's getting everything setting up for his trip and such"

"Trip?" you questioned wrinkling your brow “Where to?"

Daren shrugged his shoulders.

"He hasn't told me, but I’ll go with him when he makes up his mind to tell me what our destination is. You know I have to take care of him wherever he goes."

"I didn't know the best wizard on the continent needed a chaperone" you mentioned. Daren rolled his eyes, holding out his arm to escort you down the halls.

"Call it what you will, but Professor Akingbade needs a sort of sidekick for his madcap adventures. He's not the same man he used to be and well, the years don't pass in vain for anyone."

"Not even for you, I see" you said looking at him for a moment. Daren smiled ducking his gaze. You walked up a set of stairs then turned towards one of the main towers "I didn't think you were still here. I thought after all this time..."

"Uagadou is my home, I couldn't leave it. If I left the school I would have no place where I could feel comfortable. I like being a teacher and besides our white stones are still here" Daren's voice became a whisper as you reached the principal's office. he stopped you in front of him taking you by the shoulders pinning his gaze on yours "I know what's going on out there, (Y/N) and it's not safe for the castle to be left unprotected."

"I thought Uagadou was the greatest fortress in the magical world" you added, worried "That no magic of any kind could penetrate it"

"Like I told you, years don't pass in vain" Daren sighed, rubbing his face "We've been having problems with some students. They've come from other continents seeking refuge from the war, but even if we wanted to help all of them, we can't protect every student who shows up. Uagadou is not what it used to be, it's still the best resistance there is, that's for sure, but it can't house that many people and hope its walls don't collapse"

"Not all the students who come here are the children of alchemists."

"No, but that doesn't take away from the fact that it's still a large number, do you know how many alchemists exist in the whole world? A lot! More than we could ever count. It doesn't matter where they come from, they need shelter and we can only give it to a few of them. It's... distressing, sweetheart, very distressing."

"I hope my visit helps somewhat then" Daren looked at you hoping to decipher the exact reason for your presence in the castle but found nothing. He raised your left hand meeting it with the engagement ring Bill had given you, Daren half smiled looking up

"Is this what I think it is?"

"I...yeah, I guess"

"You're getting married."

"I am."

"In the middle of a war"

"Who knows if we'll be alive at the end?"

"Does your grandfather know about this?" Daren saw you nod and patted your hand "I imagine old Tim didn't make it easy on the boy, huh”

You laughed.

"No, he threatened him several times but everything turned out just fine."

"What about your parents...your siblings, do they know?"

"No" you answered with a lump in your throat. Daren was the only one in the school besides the headmaster who knew about your family and what your Uncle Tom was doing to the magical community. Daren was a good friend as he never judged you for your past, instead he offered you his selfless support and unconditional love. Daren kissed your cheek smiling at you trying to make you feel better "That's not even an option. You know my family is... different . They would rather see me dead than married to someone not chosen by them"

"Don't be so hard on yourself."

"It's the truth."

"Right. So I'm invited to the wedding, right?" Daren asked changing the subject. You smiled

"Only if you're not too busy being the protector of the school."

"Of the white stones."

"Of the white stones" you corrected yourself. Daren shrugged his shoulders

"I can make an exception. Just name the date and time and I'll be there"

"Thanks" you said "I don't have many acquaintances, so most of the guests will be on Bill's side and that has me a little nervous"

"You don't have to" he replied taking you by the cheeks "Your grandfather and I will be there for you, I will watch you walk down the aisle like a princess and when you fall I will laugh without fail" you smacked his chest playfully. Daren took your hand and placed it on his chest "And when you decide to quit...I'll be there too."

You rolled your eyes. Daren was never going to lose the habit of flirting with you underwater. You broke away grabbing the doorknob.

"I need to talk to Professor Akingbade like... right now."

"Wait" He stopped you "You can't come in like that" He said and pointed to your wet clothes and mud stained boots “I'll help you out" He waved his wand and in a second you were completely dry, your boots spotless and your hair had settled back. Daren winked at you "There you go, beautiful, good luck. I'll be downstairs if you need anything."

Daren walked away down the hallway, down the stairs and out of the tower. You watched him until he was lost in the corridor feeling your cheeks warm. You took a breath focusing on what you had to do and knocked on the door three times. A raspy voice gave you the pass on the other side.

"Hello, Professor" You greeted him as you walked in. The office was almost dark except for the small candles floating above your heads. You advanced towards the desk from where the principal had his back to you watching the rain fall behind the huge window "Daren mentioned that you've been busy, am I interrupting something?"

"No, of course not, (Y/N), the Order notified me that you were coming, so I was waiting for you" Babajide Akingbade turned around greeting you with a slight smile. He wore a robe similar to Daren's but his had gold accents on the neck and front buttons. On his head he wore a golden cap and black gloves in his hands. His wand rested on the desk "I didn't think you would arrive tonight with the storm though. Hopefully I expected to see you until tomorrow morning when the rain ended, but from what I see the rain won't stop for quite a while."

"The town is completely waterlogged and I didn't want to put this off till later. Sir, the Order entrusted me with..."

"I know what you were entrusted with" he interrupted you taking his wand calling for the kettle with hot tea in the corner of the room "And I find it most odd"

"I am aware that with Professor Dumbledore's death everything has been complicated" you sat across from him taking off your traveling cloak leaving it on the back of the chair. Professor Akingbade pursed his lips. "The Order has taken to recruiting the best Aurors and you are one of them. We need you on our side."

"I know."

"If the he-who-shall-not-be-named manages to get into the castle-"

"I know" Professor Akingbade took a long swig of his tea as if it wasn't hot enough to irritate his throat. You watched him, taking a sip of your tea "I understand the severity of the situation, the danger to not only my students but the stones still here are under. If you-know-who manages to get their hands on any of them-"

"We could protect the school" you suggested. The headmaster took off his cap leaving it on the desk. Then he sighed "If this place is a dangerous spot then someone of us could defend the castle. I could do it."

"My teachers are keeping an eye on the news. Remus Lupin has taken it upon himself to keep us informed of everything going on at the Ministry and in the Order headquarters. Even Arthur Weasley has sent us confidential reports. We aren’t unaware of the situation you are going through."

"So-?" you asked hoping his answer was yes. You had many years of knowing Professor Akingbade and knew him to be a good man who put the safety of others before his own, so convincing him should be an easy task. The professor looked at you as he drank his tea, making a sound of satisfaction as he finished it

"I find it kinda strange what you are doing" The headmaster leaned forward on the desk "I know your history, I know that your family is the complete opposite of what you are, however we always has a soft spot for family no matter their actions. I am surprised you joined the Order. Don't get me wrong, I think you take the right decision, but I can't help but wonder how distressing it must have been for you to have to part with such a powerful family name as the Grants."

"Well, now I'm going to marry a Weasley, I think that settles things" You joked. he smiled "I was never part of the Grants really. I never shared their ideals or supported the practices against Muggles. It's horrible. It's like I've been surrounded by strangers my whole life. It's different now, I think. The Weasleys are... quite nice, warm, they make me feel at home."

"I'm glad to hear that" Babajide Akingbade reached out his hand taking yours giving it a little squeeze "We all have the right to be happy at some point in our lives."

"And this is my moment. Even if it means fighting a war that will probably kill us all"

"You have Harry Potter on your side, at least for now the scales are tipping towards you"

"It would tip more if you agreed to help us" Babajide guffawed throwing his head back.

"Oh, my dear (Y/N), it's good to know that you haven't changed at all. You still won't budge."

"Neither have you, sir."

Babajide laughed for a moment longer until his face contracted and you saw him become very thoughtful. He clasped his hands together under his chin and after a couple of minutes he looked up.

"Okay, all right, I'm in."

"Really?"

"Really. This castle is impenetrable. Maybe it's not what it used to be but it still holds its own. Still it wouldn't hurt to have some extra protection. Even though-" The headmaster paused, boring his big black eyes into yours. You began to feel nervous for some reason "I don't understand why the Order decided to send you all the way here when we had already talked about it."

"They needed me to convince you."

"But I agreed from the first moment" he said. Your eyes widened in astonishment "I mean, Remus Lupin didn't offer me any kind of protection for the school, but even so I agreed to help them honoring the friendship that bound me to Albus for so long. We made a pact, in fact I was getting my things ready to travel to the Order of the Phoenix headquarters as soon as I was able."

"They-they had already convinced you?"

"Indeed."

"Oh."

"Perhaps Remus misunderstood my words, maybe I wasn't convincing. I'm sorry, you could have saved yourself the trip here."

You fell silent. Your hands clenched into a pair of fists feeling a shiver go down your spine. If Professor Akingbade's words were true then why did Remus Lupin ask you to travel to Uagadou urgently? Your mind began to conjecture, coming to think that maybe, just maybe, the Order didn't want you around for some reason. No, you shook that idea out of your head, they trusted you.

Didn't they?

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gudfornuthin · 10 months ago

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Beauty and the Beast

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Summary: After being attacked by a werewolf many years ago, Bill Weasley goes into hiding, away from the outside world. When a young girl goes in search for her father, she finds the place he’s been kept prisoner. And the person keeping him there. How will she gain the trust of this beast, and what happens when feelings start to show?

- Prologue

- Chapter One

#x reader #bill weasley x reader #bill weasley #domnhall gleeson #domnhall gleeson x reader #harry potter #beauty and the beast

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randofandomtrash · 2 years ago

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#star wars #general hux #general hux x reader #general hux x you #domnhall gleeson #armitage hux #armitage hux x reader

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theloveoflou · 4 years ago

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My first original post lmao....

I genuinely saw this ych template and instantly thought of the First Order trio XD