#hux is SNATCHED

[avercado5]

It’s anatomy practice, obviously.

[armitagehuxsleepschedule]

bro why is hux's waist so snatched. like who authorized this. where is his cunt-serving permit

[generalkenobee]

Kylo finding you after being snatched from him and all he can focus on is getting you 🥹

"I wouldn't stop till I found you"

Hey so I literally thought I wrote this and had it posted but apparently Tumblr was being dumb so please don't be upset 😭

Warnings: language, violence, Kylo being the angry hoe he is, death, let me know if I missed anything:)

(he's so pretty omfg-)

"no, I don't think you understand." KYLOS VOUCE was so loud that it echoed through the hanger bag as he yelled at an assortment of different piolets and stormtroopers.

"we won't rest till she's found. We won't stop for anything, it doesn't matter what it is. This is our top priority!"

Kylo felt hot white rage seeping into his body. Why did they have to take you. They could've taken a stormtrooper, a cadet, Hux, there were so many people who knew more.

You were completely innocent, sitting in the rebels interrogation room being yelled at by some man with short brown curls, he was going on about how "we won't let you go till you tell us" he was going on with the act of why they would do.

"Poe stop it. It's not like she's Ren" a tall, young girl with quite the completion walked into the room slapping Poe's shoulder "I'll take it from here"

The women looked at you for a moment almost as if you was deciding something.

"you're not evil..you're" she paused taking your hand in hers and closing her eyes "well you're a kind soul with nothing but good intentions...why are you with Ren?"

You looked up at her from your seat not saying a word

---

"Supreme Leader, we've found something on the meridian system" The general said turning his data pad towards Kylo.

"well? Why are you still here ?! Go get the fighters ready and prepare my ship, we're going to the meridian system."

The supreme leader walked away from Hux feeling a new sense of pride in hopes of finding you.

---

"there they are sir"

"prepare for landing near the south passage. I have a Jedi to kill"

When his ship landed he practically jumped out and ran toward the entrance, saber in hand

He was so mad that anyone who came near him got thrown to the ground via the force. He didn't stop running till he got to the interaction room when you were sitting with Rey, her hand in yours

Now this was a sight to behold. How dare she?

Kylo used his saber to cut a hole through the door and walked through

"why?! Why would you take her?! She doesn't know anything, you could've taken anyone on the ship but you took her!" Kylo screamed throwing Rey against the wall so hard that there was now a crack where she had hit.

"Kylo!" You screamed jumping into his arms and wrapping your legs around him pulling him closer

"I-I didn't tell them anything-" hot tears started to pool in your eyes while Kylo traced your back giving it light scratches "I missed you so much..I didn't know if I would ever see you again.."

Kylo looked at you and laid his lips into yours more gentle then he ever has

"you know I wouldn't stop till I found you"

[charlottesbookclub]

time after time – chapter one (armitage hux x reader)

time after time masterlist

Summary: Much to the general's displeasure, Mitaka has arranged for Hux to meet with a captain who has recently transferred to the Finalizer. The meeting does not go particularly well.

Warnings/Tags: gn!reader; set pre-TFA; description of a medical appointment; medical anxiety; description of an injection; description of fainting as a result of an injection; Hux is quite rude lol, but hey he has to start somewhere, right?; as always, let me know if I've missed anything!

Words: 2752

Author’s Note: hell yeah chapter one babeyyyy!! I'm so excited for y'all to finally start reading this story! I definitely wanted to start Hux from a place where he was very much closed off to others, so that's why we get him being quite rude at this initial point. for me at least, it makes it even more fun to watch the trajectory of both the relationship and him as a character ☺️ I also want to give huge credit to a blog that used to go by armitages-galaxy for their incredible headcanons about Hux hating medical which have lived rent free in my head since I read them (if the person who ran that blog has a new url you'd like me to tag, please let me know!). I hope you enjoy the first chapter! 🥰

Hux’s datapad pinged. It was a message from Mitaka.

Don’t forget about your “exploratory interpersonal reconnaissance mission!" 😉

Hux scowled and snatched the datapad off the desk, furiously tapping out his reply. Ever since he had expressed his emphatic disinterest in using the word “date” for this forced meet-up, Mitaka had been creating ever more obscure and complex names to refer to it.

I never forget anything. Even meetings I do not wish to attend.

He cast the datapad back on the desk, running his hands over his face, pressing his palms against his closed eyes. How could he have let Mitaka talk him into this? Another ping.

Please try not to be so… Mitaka unsent the message, but not before the notification popped onto Hux’s screen. Another rush of frustration ran through Hux before something else took over. What was the last word in that sentence? Hux shifted in his seat, suddenly noticing an odd feeling in his stomach. Then Mitaka messaged again:

Please just try! I think you’ll actually really like the captain if you would just give it a chance

Hux huffed a sigh. This captain he was meant to be meeting was some academy friend of Mitaka’s older sister, recently transferred to the Finalizer from field work. Something about doing recruitment planetside. Hux hadn’t really been listening when Mitaka had explained it, which had been the vital mistake that had led to this whole mess. Somewhere along the line Mitaka had mentioned that the two of you would get on well, and Hux unknowingly made a noise of assent in response to the suggestion of a potential first meeting. He had just been trying to show the lieutenant that he had been listening – which, of course, he hadn’t been, although that was hardly his fault. He was far too busy preparing the plans for Starkiller to entertain the inane comments from his personal staff that he might benefit from someone in his life aside from his work. Hux scoffed at the memory. What idiocy. Someone else would only distract him from the many tasks at hand. But if it would get his staff to be silent on the topic for a while, he supposed he could at least show up.

I will be there. I have to be at medical first, but I will attend the meeting.

Hux sent the message back to Mitaka and checked the time. Kriff – he should already be on his way to the med bay. He combed his fingers quickly through his hair in the mirror, ensuring it met his standards for professional perfection. Another message pinged in.

KRIFF, Hux! Of course you’re doing medical too! You get one day off and you have to fill every second – I can’t believe I’m surprised 🙄

Hux just snorted and clicked the datapad off as he swept out of his quarters. It was true – he barely had time to sleep while operating under his normal schedule, so spending even half an hour in medical was out of the question. But what Mitaka didn’t know was that he put off these appointments as long as possible because he didn’t… he didn’t like it in medical. He couldn’t quite find the words for it – he knew no one particularly enjoyed spending time in the med bay, but there was just something about it that made him feel almost queasy. He had to take his uniform off. The medics touched his skin. They asked him lots of questions. He lied when necessary. They prescribed him new doses of his medications – stims mostly, for when he worked two or three cycles on no sleep. They gave him his required injections and he left. He was shaky for the rest of the day. Even the thought of it caused a little shudder to pass through him, but he tried to force it down. He straightened his shoulders and walked even more briskly through the halls. He had to survive this, then it was just a few hours until that cursed meet up with the captain, and then he would finally be free to continue the work he had been doing on some experimental designs. 

He steeled himself as his credentials unlocked the door and he stepped into the med bay. To the extent he was able, Hux tried to turn himself off to all exterior feeling as the medics completed their examination. Perhaps the meeting with the captain was a good idea after all, he mused, since his feelings of annoyance toward the impending appointment kept his mind occupied during most of the visit. It wasn’t until he was receiving his required injections that he let his concentration slip. The alcohol prep pad was suddenly very cold against his flushed skin, drawing his attention immediately. He felt the tiny prick of the needle, then everything got a little blurry around the edges.

Hux regained his senses laying on his back on the cot in the examination room. He looked up at the dark ceilings that were more brightly lit than elsewhere in the ship to better illuminate the medics’ work. He blinked a few times, struggling to regulate his breathing. The loss of control made him sick to his stomach, and he could feel sweat beading on his forehead. Then the faces of two medics came into focus over him, their expressions concerned.

 “General, are you alright?” One of them asked.

“Yes, yes, I’m just fine.” Hux forced himself to sit up, even if his vision got a little shaky as he did so.

“Sir, please. No need to get up so quickly. You should rest a moment longer,” the other suggested, her hands reaching out to guide him back onto the cot, but he brushed her away.

“Nonsense,” he retorted, though he knew she was right. “I have duties to attend to.” He pushed himself up to a standing position, careful to hide the way he swayed slightly on his feet. Collecting the rest of his uniform, he turned back to the medics who were still watching him with worried faces.

“Not a breath of this leaves this room,” he ordered, leveling his gaze meaningfully at one then the other, attempting to make sure they felt the weight of his authority even if his state of partial undress and his unseemly faint were making him feel rather less like a general and rather more like a small child.

“Yes, sir – of course, sir!” they both hurried to respond. Satisfied, he ended the interaction with a curt nod. Once the door slid shut and he was alone in the adjoining private waiting room, he allowed himself one long deep breath and a slight lean against the wall until his knees stopped feeling so weak. Then he donned the rest of his uniform and straightened his posture, determined to bury this moment of weakness.

The intervening hours between his appointment at medical and his meeting with the captain were long and unproductive. He alternated between anger at himself for his lapse in composure and frustration at the event that loomed before him. Both emotions pulled him from his work, leaving him sitting at his desk looking absently out the windows into space, his boot tapping the polished floor rhythmically. He debated at length with himself whether he should just cancel, but decided that one display of weakness was far more than enough for one cycle. He would meet the captain, exchange a few words, then say he needed to return to his work and do just that. Set in his intentions, he swept out of his quarters again at the time he had set for himself – it would allow him to be precisely a minute and a half early – and made his way to the officers’ dining hall.

Despite the squared set of his shoulders and the comforting weight of his greatcoat draped around him, he noticed his steps falter just slightly as he walked through the doors. He rarely ate in the dining hall, preferring to swallow a few bites of a nutrition bar in his office between commitments. There was no need to turn the consumption of one’s required nutrients into an event. He saw a few of the officers look up, back to their trays, and up again upon realizing they had seen General Hux in the dining hall. He ignored their glances, using most of his concentration to search faces for that of the captain. He had looked up your personnel file of course, and he had a sense of what you looked like from your official identification image. His eyes swept back and forth across the tables until he noticed you sitting in a booth near the back. Instinctively, he moved to pass a gloved hand through his hair to ensure all the strands were perfectly at attention, only to realize his hand was shaking slightly. Scowling, he stalked toward your table.

You hadn’t noticed his approach yet, which allowed him a cursory inspection of you. He immediately wished he wouldn’t have looked. You looked… nice – good. No, professional. Good as in professional. You sat up straight at the table as though at attention, your uniform crisp and well-fitting. The sharp lines accentuated the shape of your body, throwing it into relief against the wall behind you. No, not like that – it was just that you clearly took pride in wearing your uniform, something the general could appreciate. He suddenly felt faintly warm and a bit lightheaded. Before he could notice anything else, Hux swallowed hard and closed the distance to your table. 

“Captain,” he addressed you. You started slightly in surprise.

“Oh, General Hux! I’m so sorry – I didn’t see you. I—” you moved to stand and greet him, but he motioned for you to remain sitting before situating himself in the seat across from you. It felt like he noticed every movement you made; your hands twisted together in your lap, your gaze flitted around nervously, your shoulders seemed to fold forward slightly before quickly correcting themselves. Hux was beginning to think he was having an adverse reaction to the injection. To add to his list of odd symptoms, he now felt sweaty and a bit queasy.

“I got us both a caf,” you gestured to two cups on the table. “I wasn’t sure if you drank—” 

“Not at this time during the cycle,” Hux interrupted. This strange illness was putting him on edge – he didn’t have time for this nonsense. 

“Oh, um… I’m sorry,” you murmured in response, one of your hands moving from your lap to rub mindlessly up and down your arm. Hux watched the motion for a moment before forcing himself to focus. What had been in that injection?

“What is it you want, Captain?” he asked sharply, barely able to keep his foot from drumming on the floor. He needed to get back to his quarters and contact medical. The abrupt question brought your gaze to his in an instant, and Hux suddenly felt like he might be about to faint again. Looking into your eyes, he felt dizzy, like he wasn’t quite sure where the floor was anymore.

“Well… I just— I didn’t want anything really. I just transferred to the Finalizer and Jeela – I mean Captain Mitaka – said her brother knew you and that it might be good to— well, that maybe we could—”

“Do you have a point, Captain?” Hux interrupted you again. The sound of your voice was having a strange effect on him. He was feeling a little breathless and the queasy sensation in his stomach was becoming stronger. He was certain you could see him sweating.

You had stopped speaking, but your mouth remained open in a surprised ‘o’ for a second longer before you appeared to realize and snap it shut. He caught your gaze again for just a moment, but he suddenly felt like he was falling. Then you averted your eyes and the sensation ended abruptly. 

“I think I should go,” your voice was even softer than before, and almost a little… hoarse? You hurriedly collected your things and stood. Hux echoed the movement.

“An excellent idea, Captain. I have much that needs my attention,” Hux said with as much authority as he could muster given his clearly sickened condition. You nodded absently at the statement, and turned to go, your eyes catching his once last time before you left. He thought for a moment that he had imagined the beginnings of tears pooling in them, but quickly ascribed this to his eyesight going slightly blurry as a result of his unknown illness. He turned in the opposite direction and walked quickly back to his quarters.

Within half an hour, he was back in medical, much to his displeasure. The head medic flipped through reports on her datapad, shaking her head slightly.

“Well General, the attending medic says he noticed no adverse reactions to the injection when he performed his examination of your condition just now, though he did make a note of your symptoms. It is not unusual to faint as a result of an injection. I would presume you are simply experiencing some lingering effects of that faintness.”

“You’re certain there’s nothing seriously wrong?” Hux pressed, clenching his hands into fists and trying not to sound too desperate. He had had hours to recover from his faint and hadn’t felt any symptoms in that whole time until he met with you. He was certain it had to be a delayed reaction to the injection; it wasn’t logical for it to still be the effects of the faint.

“Based on these reports, I’m quite certain, General. But if you experience new or worsening symptoms, be sure to contact us immediately. I would recommend trying to get some rest.”

Hux just nodded, collecting his greatcoat and returning to his quarters again, his mind swimming, trying to make sense of his odd illness. Removing his uniform and placing each piece in its designated location, he allowed himself to collapse into his bed for once. Sleeping was not something at which he excelled, but he couldn’t let this strange affliction affect his work, and if the head medic said that rest would help, then he was determined to try. Just as he was attempting to get comfortable, his datapad pinged.

Kriff, Hux I thought I told you to TRY

Hux let out a heavy sigh and rubbed his hands over his face before responding to Mitaka’s message.

I was unwell. I had to return to medical.

You treated the captain like bantha shit Mitaka shot back. Anger bubbled up in Hux’s throat. No he hadn’t – he was legitimately unwell, and the captain’s presence seemed to exacerbate his condition. He was completely justified in cutting the meeting short. He cast the datapad aside, deciding not to validate Mitaka’s comment with a response. Anyway, what kind of way was that to speak to a superior officer, even if Mitaka was on Hux’s personal staff? Perhaps he’d write up an infraction report in the morning.

Hux rolled over, pulling the sheet up to his chin. He closed his eyes, hoping the sweet yet fickle embrace of sleep would see fit to grant him some rest. Instead, Mitaka’s words echoed in his head. He let out a huff of annoyance, already drafting the infraction report in his mind. But then those thoughts faded to a remembrance of his meeting with you. Against his wishes, his memories played the interaction over and over again. He saw you once more, the smart figure you cut in your uniform, the small gestures that had captured his complete attention, your soft, faltering voice, the depth of your gaze when it met his. 

For the first time, he realized you were nervous to meet him. How could he have been so oblivious? Every word and action screamed it now as he played everything back. And that last glance – were those tears? Kriff – what had he said? He could see you so clearly, but he could barely remember a word he had spoken. He gripped the sheets and pulled them even tighter around himself, as though the pressure would push the memories from his mind. Mitaka’s words echoed through his thoughts once more, but this time instead of the hot rush of anger, he felt his stomach tie itself into knots. The image of tears forming in your eyes lodged itself in his mind as one cycle clicked to the next.

[aggro-my-beloved]

the lighthearted threat from Damien did little to mollify the earth elemental tracing gouges in their hardwood floors.

“hux, please sit your fine ass onto this couch. preferably before the opening credits are over.” behind damien sits gavin and freelancer on the lovseat. a few seconds after his demand, freelancer clears their throat garishly and then chuckles at the sound of a crisp bill in their hand.

they add it to their growing fund supplied by gavin. “that’s it, damien,” they then begin singing “don’t stop believin’.”he’s not sure when would be the appropriate time to tell them that gavin’s abilities and charismatic intrusiveness has sniffed out damien being a bottom long ago, and he’s letting them win to unknowingly false giveaways of his position in bed.

then again, it would be nice to witness gavin to go broke over his new partner.

“hey, where’s my cut of that for being your entertainment for two weeks in a row?” before freelancer could answer, gavin quips. “i don’t know, check up your ass. clearly no one’s using it.”

for what it’s worth, he’s playing the part of ‘sore loser’ like an expert.

by this time, the opening credits have ended and moorise is depositing over dahlia, and his boyfriend is…frowning into his mug of hot chocolate.

“what is it?” damien mumbles under the voices emitting from the tv. “nothing, it’s just a little cold, i’ll just…” his knees begin propelling his torso upward from the couch, damien knows at the rate he’s at, he won’t be sitting back down until the end credits now.

he halts him by snatching the cup from his hand. “don’t think so.” he mutters and compresses all his magic to his palms to bring the temperature of the mug to a homely warmth. “why got you so anxious tonight, anyway?”

huxley’s eyes dart back to the kitchen he’d been so close to retreating to, with an engagement ring glinting in a cabinet drawer, wide open. “nothing, dude.”

[free-boundsoul]

A DAMN Good Time

Okay, I love @romirola 's Hypno Fics! And an idea came to mind with Damien helping Freelancer clear their mind after they've been dealing with some stress from a certain class. There is NSFW, so minors, DNI.

You can read the full fic on Ao3 here

Damien bit the inside of his cheek in frustration, trying to stave off the heated words that were on the tip of his tongue. But he’d, mostly, grown past such impulses. Especially when it came to the people he loved. Even if one of those loved ones was making him want to shake them silly with their stubbornness. Forget what stereotypes on how bull-headed Earth elementals could be, the Freelancer had them all beat.

          He truly understood the drive to be perfect when it came to classes, to master a difficult magic and take that top spot. Hell, when he was still enrolled at D.A.M.N and he and the Freelancer took the same class, he was just as guilty as trying to one up them, the two battling for every point on assignments and tests. He admired that drive in them, loved that he could have a rival that he could still come home to and that competitive edge didn’t go past the threshold. Well, sometimes in the bedroom, but that was another matter.

          But watching the Freelancer delve into their studies for the last couple of days had been stressful, and not just for him. Even their recently acquired Water elemental had noticed that something wasn’t right with the usually friendly and open freelancer. They were secluding themselves in the room they shared with Gavin, focusing on the Advanced Telepathic Control Studies coursework. It was a magic they weren’t too bad at, they’d passed the beginner class with flying colors. He could understand their frustration at the struggle they were facing.

          But would they ask any of their partners for help? Of course not. Too concerned with making a burden of themselves no matter how many times they’d been assured that no one would consider them one. Damien knew that kind of trauma was hard to break through, and he was trying to be patient. To the Freelancer’s credit, they’d been getting better at the little things: asking Hux to grab a forgotten lunch, or confiding in Lasko over what their counselor had said about their schedule. But asking for help with a class they were struggling with? Nope, that was entirely their problem.

          Damien let out a sigh that steamed the air in front of his face, his frustration bubbling to the surface. Why was it just the two of them today? Gavin had had to make the odd trip to Aria, and Hux, Lasko and Dear were all at work. Which left Damien on his own to witness his partner neglect themselves. All. Day. They’d rejected his offer of breakfast, grabbing some toast before retreating to the room. They hadn’t come out for lunch at all. He could feel the magic in the air as they practiced…and practiced. This wasn’t healthy!

          Damien paused in his mental rant as the bedroom door opened and the Freelancer stumbled out. They were wearing the same baggy sleep shirt they’d slept in, the shorts they had on barely peeked out from underneath the shirt’s hem. Their hair was a mess from constantly running their hands through it in frustration. The dark circles under their eyes looked almost like bruises from how dark they were, did they even sleep last night? They moved so stiffly he wouldn’t be surprised if they’d just been hunched over textbooks all day, barely moving from the spot on the floor they liked to occupy despite the desk they had.

          Freelancer didn’t even glance at him as they made their way to the kitchen, pulling out a cup of ramen that was the last straw for the Fire elemental. In a few quick strides he was at their side, snatching the Styrofoam cup from them before a quick flare of his magic had it incinerated in an instant. They blinked owlishly at him as their nose crinkled at the smell. “Damien?! What the fuck?”

         He waved his hand, a little psychokinesis had the window opening and a burst of air magic had the kitchen aired out. “We’ve all given you your space, Freelancer. You need a break, and you’re taking one.” He said firmly.

          They let out a sigh, pinching the bridge of their nose “I can’t, Dames. The final is in three days. I need to cram as much as I can. Once the final is over, I’ll take a break, I promise. But right now, I can’t.” They stressed the last word before looking up at him, the anxiety in their gaze making something in Damien’s chest twist, and it wasn’t his core.

          His hand cupped their cheek, the warmth coming from his skin a comfort that had the Freelancer wavering and they had to struggle to stop themselves from leaning into that touch. “Why can’t you, Ember? Look at yourself, you’re barely upright. This is more that just wanting to take the top spot, isn’t it?”

          Freelancer’s breath left them in a shuddering sigh, and they couldn’t stop the tears that welled in the corner of their eyes even if they hated it. Their teeth gnawed at their already chapped lips before they gave a minute shake of their head. “It’s…it’s really stupid, Dames.”

          He let out a soft huff as his thumb traced over the crest of their cheek. “I’ll be the judge of that. Sit down and tell me about what’s on your mind. I’ll make you something to eat that’ll actually help replenish the energy you need.”

          Their lower lip pushed out in a pout as they stepped back to take one of the seats at the kitchen island. “Ramen isn’t so bad…there are dehydrated veggies in it.”

          “If you want ramen, I’ll make you real ramen, not that crap.” Another wave of his hand had the ash that had fallen to the floor gone. He moved around the kitchen as he busied his hands. “Or I can make you that pasta dish you really like? Or we have stuff for tacos? Or that hotdish that Hux’s moms made? We have options, Ember.” He gave them a grin as he placed a bottle of water in front of them.

          Their mouth twisted in consideration before they cracked the bottle open to take a drink. “The hotdish sounds good?”

          “Then I’ll make that. Thank you, I was wondering what to make for dinner anyway.” Damien pulled out the ingredients he’d need, his glance going to the way their fingers crinkled the plastic of the water bottle. “Alright, Ember, spill it. What’s got you so knotted up?”

          They rubbed at a spot by their nose, frowning at the bottle like it was the cause of their worries. Damien let them collect their thoughts as he methodically washed his hands before he started to make the hotdish. It was a simple thing, just throwing ingredients into the baking dish but it was homemade food that would make both Hux and the Freelancer remember making it with the former’s moms, and good memories and good food were just what his partners needed.

          “It’s my partner for the class… she’s a Telepath in her first year and…” Their shoulders hunched as they looked down at the marble of the island top, tracing one of the lines with their eyes. “They keep dropping these little quips about how I shouldn’t be so stressed I’m not getting this. I’m just a Freelancer. It’s not my fault that I’m so…limited.” Their lips curled in distaste, like the words themselves tasted bitter. “But I thought I was doing fine! I was getting top marks and the only thing for the final is accessing the mind of your partner across campus. But no matter what I do, she says she can’t feel me! We live close by enough that even when I’m here, she should be able to sense me. I can feel her core, and I keep trying to like…knock? At her mental walls, but she says she doesn’t feel me at all. She’s even spoken in my mind to prove it’s not a distance issue. I just…ugh! I have to get back to studying Damien, there has to be something I’m missing and I’m gonna find it.”

          They went to stand before a force kept them in their seat, they turned to glare at Damien’s back as he placed the dish in the oven and set the timer before he turned toward them and his magic let them go. “I told you: you need a break. I’m not just gonna let you run off.” They crossed their arms over their chest as they huffed. “Now, I think your partner’s being a petty piece of shit and is lying over being able to sense you. It makes sense if you can’t break into her thoughts since Telepaths are taught how to maintain strong mental shields once their powers manifest. Tomorrow, once you’re rested and your magic is replenished, I’ll go out to whatever the distance is and you can practice with me. That way we can verify if what she says is true or not.”

          They blinked at him, “You have work tomorrow Damien-“

          “We’ll do it before or after, Freelancer. I can and will make time for you.” He stepped over to them and took their hand with the island between them. His thumb rubbed little circles over their knuckles. “You deserve time too, Ember. I know we have a lot to juggle with our group. But I’m never too busy to help you with something.”

          They turned their hand so they could entwine their fingers with his, giving him a grateful squeeze even as new tears formed in their eyes. Their throat felt too tight for words. They didn’t think words would be able to accurately convey how thankful they were to have someone like Damien in their life. He got them in a way that no one else did, the drive, the desire to prove themselves past the designation that their specialty granted them. And he wouldn’t let them torment themselves when he could see that they were neglecting their own needs.

          “You gonna talk to Lasko about their comments? The professor shouldn’t be allowing her to say shit like that, you know?” Damien raised an eyebrow at them.

          They sighed and shrugged their shoulders. “She didn’t say it in front of the professor or any of our classmates. Just the times we studied together. Or she said it…in my head.” They swallowed thickly, still gripping his hand. They didn’t want to admit that what she’d said had rattled them. Made them question their talent and the skills they’d worked doggedly to perfect. It wasn’t the first time they’d heard those kinds of comments. They’d never be as strong as a specialized magic user, they couldn’t hold a candle to Damien, or shake the earth like Hux.

          Damien’s eye twitched, considering there had to be something for them to do, D.A.M.N. did have a few demons on staff that could verify the memories, if Freelancer was up to it. But that was something they’d discuss later. Right now, his priority was making sure they were well fed, hydrated and taken care of. Lasko and Dear would be at campus late tonight dealing with the preparations for their own finals. Hux had texted that his current job would be running late, and the drive home would make it even longer. And who knew how long Gavin’s visit would take? So, it was up to Damien to take their mind off their troubles.

          “Alright, we’ll come back to that later. For now, no more stressing over the class. You’ve prepared a lot, Freelancer, your crummy partner aside, I’m sure you’ll pass with flying colors, just like always. Let’s just get your mind off it for now, hmm?” He suggested as his thumb circled over their joint, the warmth his body gave off usually a soothing sensation.

          They sighed as their shoulders slumped. “I don’t know if I can…it’s all that’s buzzing around in my head. I just can’t…shut it off, y’know?” They let out another frustrated breath as their leg bounced, the chaotic energy of having to do something needing to find some kind of outlet. Relaxing when they had classes to focus on wasn’t their strong suit.

          Damien hummed softly as a thought came to mind. He felt his lips curl into a grin as he squeezed their hand, making their eyes return to his. “Well, we do have something that can help with that, don’t we?”

          Their eyes widened slightly at the realization behind his question. “Y-You want to? I know you don’t use it that often…” Their voice trailed off in their uncertainty. They would never want Damien to do something he wasn’t interested in, even if it would benefit them. That doubt vanished when his other hand reached out to cup their cheek, his grip gentle but firm as his thumb slid against their cheek. His dark brown eyes were warm, and the confidence there made it easy to lean into his touch.

          “I know how it works and you need it, right? Let’s get you fed and showered and then I’ll help you empty all thoughts out of your pretty little head, okay?”

Tags: @pinksparkl @thatweirdomidas @dawnofiight @professionallyyappinabtangst @vegafan69

[bunnimew]

We Are Gathered Here Today

Kylo fiddled with Hux's tea cup, making it hover in the air. He tried to sound carefully disinterested. "Have you ever thought about… marriage?"

"Of course," Hux answered quickly. He snatched the cup back and set it down primly. "It would be an excellent tax savings."

Kylo sighed. "Of course."

[rommonoch]

I have once again snatched a lego Hux from @hyokeh >:}

"Would all the stormtroopers please stop dropping their rubbish into the Starkiller cannon, it is not an incinerator. Repeat: It is NOT an incinerator!"

My first snatch

[enkisstories]

The wrecking of the Steadfast

General Hux finally has what he always wanted! Well, not the Emperor's throne... or the title of Grand-Marshall... or Kylo Ren dead... But he has that mouthy, enervating Poe Dameron helpless at his mercy, and that's a fortune not to scoff at. However, the General needs the little nusiance and his friends alive to escape from captivity, if he doesn't want get executed for treason by his former comrades. And someone really should do something about that badly damaged star destroyer in orbit, that's generating debris left and right, each piece of space trash threatening to crash into the colony the fugitives are hiding in. Worst trouble a single destroyer has ever given Poe! Over the course of their escape, the unlikely allies Dameron and Hux turn scarily human in each other's eyes. Is there a chance for their growing bond to survive those few days of having a shared goal?

Read here.

Excerpt:

A few paces to the side Hux sat with his back to the wall. He repeatedly tossed a small rubber ball against a board saying “No Vacancy” (apparently the safe house was officially registered as a vacation home for visitors from the countryside) and caught it again when it rebounded. The pace was much slower than if Poe had played the same game, but even so it was fast enough to make the pilot’s only so recently injured head spin.

“Sit”, Hux said without looking at the arrival.

Poe slid down the wall next to him. When Hux tossed the ball the next time, Poe snatched it on its return.

“Can we talk? In earnest, I mean.”

“I won't try to talk you out of flying tomorrow, but do not expect encouragement from me, either. You know the risks. Do what you want… as you always do.”

“I wanted to talk about Crait.”

Now Poe had the mole’s full attention.

“Crait?! What would there to be discuss about Crait between us?”

“Kylo Ren. You had him out in the open and at point blank range. Why didn’t you order your crew to fire? Why didn’t you remove the one obstacle between you and the throne right there?”

“And they say I’m bad at making friends…”

“Look, Hux, I still haven’t fully recovered, but me and my friends are expected to sleep under the same roof as you tonight. We discussed taking shifts standing watch or locking you up in the broom cabinet to minimize the risk of getting assassinated."

"Oh, did you?"

Acid would have been gentler than the General’s voice in this moment, but Poe had to admit that he wouldn’t have taken this revelation any kinder. His reply would have been more creative, but stung no less.

"Help me understand you! There seems to have been a line you were not willing to cross. That’s quite out of character for you.”

[...]

Now Poe threw himself around with a speed that had to be even less healthy for him than the emotions. He balled his fists and advanced, but stopped short of hitting the enemy officer.

“No way you could have known that!” Poe shouted. “Not that! This song is about the polar opposite of what the First Order stands for!”

How could it be possible that the enemy took everything the rebels held dear, but twisted it? That was worse than destroying something, this claiming of something good for themselves, putting it through the wringer and spitting it out desecrated.

“I sang this song to Ren, in my head, when he waltzed into a council session with a new mask on”, Hux said calmly, with just a hint of glee. “Because, see? He’s worshipping the ashes, Vader’s ashes, and he’s not going anywhere doing so. Whereas I preserve the flame. Four. Beams. In. A. Single. Shot. The sun resulting from the Hosnian cataclysm will still be burning when nobody remembers us anymore.”

“You… bastard…”

Hux’ eyes bore into Poe’s. They were pure ice, despite all the talk of fire, cold, but not uncaring. To the contrary, the icicle’s sharpness cared a lot, but what it cared about was to cause pain.

“Finally woken up, little pilot?” Hux barked. “Good for you. Who do you think you are to "test" me for indoor privileges?! I’m not you guys’ pet, not the tamed danger! A war trophy, maybe, but even that remains to be seen. You can’t decide what to do with me, as if I were a frog your kid has brought into the house! I sleep where I decide to…”

There was a short, uncomfortable pause, uncomfortable for the General, that was, seeing what had briefly flashed through his mind. But then he decided to just run with it and shouted:

“…and if that’s YOUR bed, you’ll shut up and like it!”

And with these words he rose and strode into the house. As confidently as his still not fully healed leg would allow, anyway.

In the common room BB-8 turned his head away from a holographic game he had been playing with [an OC]. He now fixed his gaze on Hux and, as the droid assumed, Poe entering the house behind him. Since BB-8 was the one projecting the gaming field, it now fell over Hux. White and black dots on a grid obscured his sight and in a reflex he tried to wave them away. Suddenly realizing that Hux had come in alone, that there was no Poe anywhere in sight, BB-8 deactivated the game and rolled towards the door at top-speed, deliberately tripping the General. Whatever had occurred between him and Poe, it was painfully obvious that they hadn’t parted as friends.

Second time flat on my belly in as many days. And again in full sight of the rebels….

[...]

Hux hadn’t expected to fall to sleep this fast. As a result he woke up so early that it was still night. In the bed standing at a right angle with his, Poe’s hand had slipped free from under the covers and was dangling over the edge. How typical! The little barbarian didn’t care one bit about how he was presenting himself to the world. Not that it would have mattered in any way, shape or form, normally. But in his current condition sleeping like a heap of droids in the Lost and Found office could be detrimental to Poe’s recovery.

Giving in to an impulse, Hux reached out, intent on putting the hand back where it belonged. He wasn’t prepared for it to twitch and the fingers to curl as if to clamp the attacker down. Since it was too late to retract his own hand, Hux went for the only option left to him: at least squeeze the other’s hand instead of letting it capture him.

Poe blinked. “Huh?”

“Don’t ask. Just. Don’t ask. So tired of your shit…”

“Yeah, same here!”

As if it wasn’t him, who had to clean up after every mess Snoke, Ren and Hux had caused to the galaxy for years now! Poe had entered his thirties and imagined his life differently, but here they were, fighting a war same as their parents before them had done, yet the First Order General had the nerve to complain to HIM? Sure, you have it so hard…

But then again, locked in each other’s grasp now they were just two people who had woken up in the middle of the night, and in this state pretty much every hand felt the same. This hand Poe was holding had killed and tortured, but it wasn’t  incapable of caressing and comforting, too. There just had never been any reason to for it.

“Is there a chance you might let go?” Hux asked, albeit without making any effort to wiggle free.

“Not even if you directly asked me to, no.”

Back to sleep Poe’s mind went. And so they lay, holding hands. After a while Hux had fallen asleep again, too.

By morning both their hands hang over the edge. They must have let go of each other, but they couldn’t remember when that had happened, so they pretended it had never been a thing in the first place. For what was there to their “bond”, viewed rationally? Poe Dameron had hit his head, he wasn’t thinking clearly. And Armitage Hux was alone in unfamiliar territory, a situation that left a member of the incredibly social species that was humankind no choice but to attach themselves, even if that meant fraternizing with the enemy. There was nothing surprising here, or particularly deep and especially nothing lasting.

[...]

Hux shook Poe by the shoulder.

“Waky-waky, rebel scum!”

“Uh… Is it morning already?”

“Uh-huh. How are you in the spot where other people have their brains?”

“Fine, I think. Your leg?”

“The injury is still noticeable, but not what I’d call painful. A bit annoying.”

“That does translate into lowered reaction speed, though.”

“You tell me!” A frown, quickly followed by a smile. “So, General Dameron, do you want to sit this mission out and play Pazaak together in the infirmary?”

My new rank… Quick, translate Hux to human speech, what does he mean to convey? Ah, right. Acknowledging the rank granted to me by the military of a political body he doesn’t recognize as legit is like offering first name terms. And actually better than if he had done that. I certainly don’t respect this man as a person, but he really is a competent strategist.

“Tempting, Grand-Marshal", Poe returned the offer. "But seeing how we fared last time we entered one, I have to pass.”

[...]

“Ready to go?” Finn asked.

Rose, Poe and the droids replied affirmative, then five sets of sensors focused on the defector. Having a second engineer next to Rose and a sixths body overall with them would be helpful, of course, but bringing Hux along was still a risk.

Hux swallowed the last of his tea. He understood that acting naturally was his best bet now, if he didn’t want to get left behind tied up (and probably having killed one of the rebels before they overpowered him). Unfortunately “acting naturally” for Armitage Hux boiled down to striking a pose and giving a speech:

“Recently I found myself thinking that with you by my side I’d made it to the top, after all. The way you reacted to each of my leaks, putting your expanded knowledge to the best effect, was a joy to watch. Very different from how one imagines disorganized anarchists. It’s not the compliment you want to hear, I’m sure, but I look forward to our mission together. At the very least it should be interesting.”

It seemed to have worked, because the next moment they were sitting in a speeder and were on their way to the space port.

[starwarslover1999]

♟️Checkmate | General Hux AO3

✨A Star Wars Story✨

By-starwarsporg99

https://archiveofourown.org/works/63403912

I was finally able to make an Ao3! I deleted my last post because it was unedited. Here is the summary and link to my final draft of the first chapter 🫶🏻

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-Fandom: Star Wars

-Rating: Mature

-Catergory: F/M

-Characters: Armitage HuxBen Solo | Kylo RenKylo RenRey (Star Wars)Snoke (Star Wars)Dopheld MitakaLuke SkywalkerOriginal CharactersOriginal Female Character(s)Leia OrganaPoe DameronFinn (Star Wars)Rose TicoThe Resistance (Star Wars)The First Order (Star Wars)Chewbacca (Star Wars)Han Solo

-Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Star Wars SettingEnemy LoversHyperspace Travel (Star Wars)Slow BurnAlternate Universe - 1920sNew York Citysassy generalEventual Romancehux is irritated most of the timeWormholesgalaxy portal science poopscience I don't understandStrong sexual tensionhux is a stubborn arrogant assInvasion of Earthapocalyptic I guessRomanceBetrayalKidnappingStockholm SyndromePost-Star Wars: The Last JediForce Bond (Star Wars)Hand-Wavy Force Powers (Star Wars)CaptivitySuspensePlot TwistsMinor Character DeathCharacter DeathStarkiller Base (Star Wars)the supremacy splitsRivalryHand to Hand CombatBlasters (Star Wars)

-Language: English

-Words: 3,883 Chapters:1/?

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Summary:

In 1929 New York City, a small-town farm girl from Missouri has an unfortunate fate. The life she once took for granted, after the tragic loss of her father, she soon deeply regrets when she's thrown into another far away galaxy conflicted with war. Held captive by a ruthless, intergalactic regime, cruel in their ways, she is forced into a new fate. A new purpose in protecting her home world and galaxy from the impending threat at hand. She must master the General's strategic game before he can take her planet in his grasp for his Order's taking. Meanwhile something is brewing, a ticking bomb that could mean drastic change of fates. A truth within her that could aid her in achieving her victory in his wicked game of submission. But control and unmanaged grief becomes her biggest challenge as well as taming her own growing conflicted emotions caused by a callous deception...the General.

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{Preview}, Chapter 1: The Earthling, The General and The Alien

The year was 1929. New York City in early January. Katerina had just finished her shift at the gentleman's club. Not a showgirl, thank heavens. Just a waitress, though the required attire mirrored those who graced the stage. It wasn't the life she'd envisioned when she left her small Midwest town, dreams of clothing designs dancing in her head. New York, however, was a battlefield of competition, and her skills, it seemed, were mere pebbles against giants. So, she’d joined the ranks of the city's countless disappointed dreamers.

The night was late, the air a biting, dark chill. Snow began to drift down as she stepped onto the icy cobblestones, a shiver running down her spine. She pulled her worn coat tighter, a futile attempt to hold onto the last vestiges of warmth, and walked with cautious steps, her heels precarious on the slick surface.

As she turned onto 42nd Street, heading for the subway station, the wind whipped up, the snow morphing into stinging ice. She hunched her shoulders, her head bowed against the onslaught. The icy air bit into her nose, cheeks, and lips, leaving them numb and raw with tiny, invisible cuts.

She was mere steps from the station's lightened entrance when a blinding white flash erupted, reflecting off something unseen.

A searing pain shot up her spine, and then, mercifully, darkness. The biting cold, vanished and replaced by… nothing.

"My dear," a familiar voice echoed, and there was her father, alive again, his hand outstretched and a warm smile on his face.

Without hesitation, she reached for him, her fingers closing around his. But he dissolved, like smoke snatched by a sudden gust. In his place stood a stern, ginger-haired man, his presence radiating an icy authority that sent a shiver down her spine.

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[cosleia]

Hello hi, it's me, ms. 666. I have a ficlet request! How about cannoli(sh) kylux in the reality show Survivor?

Congratulations on winning a ficlet! :D Since I have never watched Survivor, I read a description of how the show works and poked around the Survivor Wiki a bit in order to write this. I've decided to go with the pre-Covid format of revealing the winner during the Reunion. Please forgive any inaccuracies.

I hope you enjoy!

kylux, 1045 words, modern au, survivor au

~

Armitage was not looking forward to the Survivor Reunion Show. He'd spent the last few months trying to forget the 26-day ordeal, and it was only the potential million-dollar win—and the guaranteed $10,000 attendance bonus—that had him taking a deep breath and walking onto the Los Angeles set now.

It should have been an easy win for him. Not only had he been taking care of his own basic needs since he was five years old, but every summer between the ages of 13 and 18, his father had abandoned him in the wilderness somewhere, telling him to find his way back to civilization on his own. There was no one on Earth better prepared to handle being left on an island with only the clothes on his back than Armitage Hux.

But Armitage had learned quickly that Survivor wasn't just about survival skills. It was also about manipulating other players into favoring you so you could avoid being voted off. This was not something Armitage had ever had occasion to learn, especially from Brendol Hux, who rather infamously had managed to make no alliances, at work or socially, in his entire life.

Unfortunately, one of the other contestants, who had made it all the way to the final two with Armitage, happened to be a natural manipulator. Kylo Ren had a way of ingratiating himself to people; if his wry wit didn't do it, all he generally had to do was take off his shirt or carry something heavy. He looked absolutely sinful eating a banana...or doing anything, really. And he knew it, and he used it to his advantage.

Not only had Armitage had to watch Kylo win immunity after immunity, but he'd had to pretend to like him, too, at least when talking with the other contestants. Because if they knew how much Armitage hated Kylo, they would have voted Armitage off long before the end. As it stood, Armitage had only made it as far as he had by going along with whatever the others were doing and occasionally sharing his survival knowledge with them. Kylo was almost guaranteed to be the final winner, and it was infuriating.

"Hey," a deep voice practically purred in his ear, thrumming so low Armitage's stomach flip-flopped. Big hands came up from behind to rest on Armitage's hips. "Long time no see."

"Not now, you cretin," Armitage hissed.

Kylo squeezed Armitage's hips, then let his hands slide away, thick fingers just grazing Armitage's outer thighs. "Later, then," he said, shoulder-checking Armitage as he made his way to the castaway seating.

"Fuck off," Armitage muttered at Kylo's unfairly broad back.

He'd been trying to forget that, too.

~

"The winner of Survivor is..."

Kylo Ren, Armitage thought resignedly.

"...Armitage Hux."

Armitage blinked. "What?"

"You're kidding," Kylo said.

"What?" Armitage said again.

"What the fuck," Kylo said.

~

The reunion show normally would have begun right after the announcement, during which the contestants would share what they'd been up to for the past few months and reminisce on things that had happened during the game.

Things went differently this time.

"This was obviously rigged," Kylo roared, leaping to his feet and sending his faux-stone bench flying. "I was the clear winner." He stormed to the urn, snatched it up and hurled it to the floor of the set, where it smashed into shards.

"You have no actual survival skills," Armitage yelled at him. "All you know how to do is trick people. I deserved to win."

He did deserve it. And he'd done it.

Kylo's head whipped up, his dark, angry eyes fixing on Armitage's face, and Armitage's heart skipped a beat. Then Kylo was barreling toward him, grabbing him by the shoulders, backing him up against the nearest fake palm tree.

"You think you're so perfect," Kylo snarled into Armitage's face.

"And you think you deserve whatever you want, just for existing," Armitage snapped back.

"I hate you," Kylo growled.

"I hate you."

"Now seems like the perfect time to show our first clip," host Jeff Probst broke in.

"And we're clear," called the producer. Behind her, the large flatscreen that showed what was currently on air flipped from the live feed to a recording. Armitage might not have noticed, except—

"Yeah," came the sound of his own voice. He sounded winded. "This is what you're made for, isn't it?"

Armitage's eyes widened. He almost didn't dare look at the monitor. When he did, he recognized the exterior of one of the huts back in Fiji.

The hut was shaking.

"They're doing it in there," one of the other contestants said in voiceover. "They've been doing it almost every night. They think we don't know."

"I would have voted against both of them way earlier, but I wanted to see what would happen. I mean, they kind of deserve each other, right?" said a different contestant's voice. "Assholes."

"And we're back in three, two," the producer called, miming the "1" and pointing to Jeff on zero.

"Looks like you two really made a love connection," Jeff said, giving Armitage and Kylo a sly grin. "When did this all start?"

"I refuse to indulge this—" Armitage began, but then Kylo said:

"The very first night. I knew he wanted me from the moment he saw me."

"You're the one who couldn't keep his hands to himself," Armitage retorted, because while he had his dignity, he could not let that stand. "Even today, right here—"

"I think we have a clip of that, too," Jeff said, and the flatscreen flipped to a recording of Armitage and Kylo standing at the edge of the set, Kylo's hands gripping Armitage's hips.

"Idiot," Armitage said, just as the live feed resumed.

"You're hot when you're pissed off," Kylo told him mockingly.

"You goddamn piece of shit," Armitage started to say, but he cut himself off this time, grabbing Kylo by the hair and thrusting his tongue into Kylo's mouth. Kylo pushed closer, and the fake tree behind Armitage collapsed, and Armitage and Kylo fell to the floor, mouths still locked together.

"Let's chat with the other castaways," Armitage thought he heard Jeff say. It didn't matter. Kylo was trying to subdue Armitage's tongue with his own, and Armitage wasn't about to let him.

~The End~

[voidcat-senket]

a!kylo a!poe o!hux - because you taunted me

you have the doc not that its any good I don't know all of it seems to be in Poe POV for some reason and he's just happy to be a matchmaker even though everyone's actually into him. IDK. Woobie!Hux, Jealous!Kylo and Poe Makes No Sense, that's what you wanted right? have a (sfw) snip you can already access:

“I’m honestly shocked at how dumb you are sometimes,” Poe grins, tussling his hair and pushing it out of his eyes. Ben casts a baleful look his way, his nose wrinkling the way it did when they were children, and tugs hard on the wrap around his forearm. Poe watches it blossom red, a concerned haze shrinking his vision down to Kylo’s wounded form, to the fractaline lightning scars spread across his upper back and his shoulder. “Are you here to insult me or make yourself useful,” Ben scoffs, pitching a bottle of antiseptic spray at Poe. Poe ducks to the side, grinning at Ben’s scowl when the bottle hits the wall behind him before plonking down onto the cot beside him. He picks it up, turning it in his hand to inspect the label. “I didn’t think you used this stuff,” he tells Ben, glancing at him through the hair that had immediately fallen back across his face. “I don’t,” Ben growled, tying the knot in his bandages up with one hand and generous help from the Force. Cheater. “Right, you just snatched it off the tray,” Poe chuckles, and ducks again when a pair of scissors follows the bottle. “So is your big rebellion over or what? The emperor’s dead.” “You’re the rebellion.” “The Resistance, you mean.” Ben shoots him a sour look, but Poe’s been immune to those for almost as long as Ben’s been making them. He smiles easily, tries again to flip his hair out of his face. Maybe he should borrow some of those clips off Rose. “So. You’re still alive but there’s nothing left for you to be the Supreme Leader of anymore. What are you going to do?” “How should I know?” Ben grumbled, as if his ship had broken down and not that the last decade of his life had just been shredded to nothing. Well. Not all of it. Poe just happened to know that a man who would’ve been at the front of the line for execution, had the First Order fallen a year ago, had now been removed entirely from it, and was at this moment embroiled in a meeting that Poe very much should’ve attended. \\\ A man that imagined a universe where everything could be regimented to pure, perfect efficiency, where transportation always ran on time and any deviancy was dismantled and disposed of, but not one where he had any intrinsic worth. A man who crushed himself over wanting there to be meaning in the bites his mate left behind in his weakest moment and locked away even the concept of yearning in his strongest. A man with a mind like a warehouse who could pluck out battle blueprints fully formed from six pieces of information and a single manifest. The first natural leader Poe had ever met that seemed genuinely baffled whenever anyone asked him for his expertise.

[horatiosroom]

listen . so i’ve been a massive fan of your art since the beginning of the myspace au and i feel obligated to tell you that i finally went to galaxys edge and saw the boys !!

AAAAAAAAAA THAT’S AWESOME!!!! I hope you had fun! I LOVED it there. The Hux animatronic is so snatched, I wanted to take him home with me. And damn dude… now you got me thinking about the ronto wrap 🤤… I want to go back!

[nonhumanhottie]

Resistance season 2 rewatch

Ep 9 - The voxx vortex 5000

a Hutt!!

i love those giant fucked up monkey lizards

i love aces like freya getting more lines

i love this sleazt hutt lmao

doza and yeager... hand holding

Ep 10 - Kaz's curse

ever get so angry you curse someone

Kaz doesn't like that the curse is scaring Neeku awww

Mika earning some coin doing scam readings lmao

Ep 11 - Station to station

Rucklin pisses me off lmao

their little radar technician outfits lmao

eyyy its the general

okay but the way Hux rolls his eyes twice during his first line and sounds so cunty like delicious

also kudos to Kaz for having the strength not to just start wailing on the guy who blew up his home planet

Hux is also so snatched like slay

sir who the fuck are you talking to??

the disgust in Hux's voice when he greets Pyre oh my gOD

i love generic imperial speeches like yeah bestie you're gonna wipe out the resistance obviously but how??

Hux just glaring at the table in stress same babes

'Desperation can be a dangerous thing' yeah you'd know Mr I'm gonna become a resistance spy to spite my arch nemisis

12 - The missing agent

i love that yeager is back in action

This villain has predator energy lmao

Synara is such a bamf

the first order run the galaxy at this point, right? they destroyed the government and navy and stepped in. Why would they need to move things through the black market?

Yeager and Synara are honestly so cool lmao

[lyledebeast]

What I want is the fic where Finn, Poe, and Chewie return from their adventure and the first thing Leia asks is, “So, where’s my mole?”

Two minutes later: “WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU LEFT HIM THERE?!?!”

Then she sends Rose Tico on a Very Important Mission

[enkisstories]

Parenthood caused Finn and Armitage formerly Hux to bond stronger than either would have believed possible. Especially in spring 39 ABY, when Armitage's daughter had just turned three and Finn's son would do so in early summer.

Today the men had taken the hover bus to Black Spire together to pick up the table roulette the Damerons had ordered for Jared.

There was no justification for the purchase other than the boy loving to hear about Finn's adventure on Cano Bight, no milestone completed, no particular desire of the parents to own such a thing and Jared's birthday still being three months away. But there was the risk that Jared wouldn't be interested in a roulette anymore in three months, so steps had to get taken.

Walking up to the food isles, a plushie caught Jared's eye and was immediately purchased by his father. Then a dozen more were bought for the local orphanage, again from Finn's private money, as the principal wouldn't accept charity from the First Order.

She was, however, holding Finn and Armitage as persons in high regard as two of the heroes who had contributed to preventing the Emperor's return.

Jared: "Porky!"

Finn: "Haha, no, that's not a pig. This is a porg."

Jared: "Porgi!"

IT-08: "You're spoiling the boy rotten, Lord Sloane-Dameron!"

Finn: "You were a boy yourself when we first met, Eightball, barely out of the shipping crate! There's much you have knowledge of, but never lived through."

IT-08: "True. Most of the things you all lived through, I have no desire to experience myself."

Finn: "I bet! When Armitage and me were the age our children are now, we got snatched away from our homes, to get raised for war. We have hardly any memories of that time anymore..."

Finn: "...but watching our younglings explore the world and coming into being their own persons really opens the eyes to the cruelty of our upbringing. Mine, Armi's and also your early programming."

IT-08: "But your children have more important things than toys: Loving families. Like I have in Master Savi."

Armitage: "So had Agent Tierny. Turned out it wasn't the cure-all for her."

Finn: "Yeah. Last I checked a family and toys were not mutually exclusive."