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[spottedlekkudancer]

Same Heart

Chapter 3 - Fray

Sum: You are a colonel from the Battlecruiser Absolution now aboard Finalizer in an attempt to close a banking deal for the Order abroad. Not much has ever given you cause to seek a significant other before, however, when several people on the ship start taking a personal interest in you things may change. (Kylo/MattxReaderxHux)

Word Count: 2.5k+

Warnings: Language, Violence

Disclaimer: I am ignorant when it comes to the military. So if you notice any errors please inform me. If the BS doesn't bother you, all the better

@tachibubu @lowlyapprentice @moonlightreetops

Hux’s office felt colder than the rest of the ship. It’s even black doonium walls closing in on either side of your consciousness. The vastness of space out the viewing port behind the ginger’s head was beckoning you, threatening to swallow you whole.

“(F/N)”

Biliousness hit you hard in your discomposure; you couldn’t remember the last time Hux had used your first name standing alone. Or if he had ever. Dread. The next words from him were ones not to be coveted: of this you were sure.

The general's lips were drawn into a tight, unforgiving line. He was the epitome of the Order’s refined system in every aspect. From the way he could make the most casual of clothes look like a uniform to the habit he had of bringing a sensation of foreboding into every private meeting. “Do you know why you are here?”

It was meant to be rhetorical. Like when a cop is stopping you in traffic. You both knew full well why you were sitting across from one another having THIS conversation.

“Shields are charged Ma’am! Bringing them online now.” From the control deck below a voice projected.

“No! Keep them down.” Your reply was swift and firm.

Mitaka stuck close to your side, doubting everyone of your calls. His nerves, considering Hux wasn’t around, were hanging on a thin wire. “I don’t know what you think those pilots are capable of, but they can't perform miracles. We are being fired upon. Whatever it is you are trying to do (L/N) it isn’t going to work.”

“Have a little faith, Lieutenant. I’m your superior for a reason.” The words were spoken with venom, you were getting quite tired of his admonishment of you.

Hux’s hands were folded over his desk, and he leaned in toward you over them. “You took a huge risk, (F/N). You completely ignored protocol. The justifications of which do not outweigh the cause.” His voice was too even. As if instead of being angry with you he was holding onto regret.

You gazed down at your lap, it was easier than looking him in the eye. “I know.”

This fleet was more than a mobile weapons platform, one just needed to know how to use it to its full potential. If you were successful, the lives of both sides would be spared. You waited, trusting your pilots to stick to the orders you issued. Zeta and Epsilon Tie squads were keeping a tight formation around Finalizer, fending off any approaching X-Wing fire. Your Bombers and Tie Defender were in pursuit of the rebel captain's ship. Not to destroy, but to capture. It wasn’t a large spacecraft by any means and you had to wonder why such a small envoy would drop from hyper space to attack now. The planet of Jakku beneath your orbit was a wasteland, and as such held no value.

They were nearing; F-005 had lured the rebels into a mindset of retreat. Z-938 blocking their route of escape just moments before. They couldn’t jump to safety now, not with your battlecruiser in their way and only one working engine. They were being herded into you like Nerf.

Once surrounded you ordered the end of the battle. The rebels would submit now with no other choice. It was time to show why you had left your shields down, and hopefully Mitaka’s insufferable whining would cease.“Engage Tractor beme.” You directed to one of the officers below, then engaged the Comm for flight control. “Good work men, bring them in.”

“Honestly (F/N), It’s calls like this that got you removed from the Navy in the first place. Taking charge when Ren and I were detained can be overlooked considering, however, recklessly leaving us open for attack will not be.”

“With all do respect General, damage sustained was minimal and there were no casualties. Now that we have them in custody -

Hux cut you off. “You apprehended one ship, on a hunch no less. A hypothesis that there is something they want on Jakku. To which now we have reports of two resistance X-Wing pilots landing planetside. If you had followed protocol: all would be eliminated, and there would no longer be a need to send out a ground squad to clean up after you.”

You hadn’t anticipated the absconder’s actions and understood the detriment that put on not only your name but Hux’s aswell. “Yes Sir, but now we can find out why they were here.”

“If a good reason at all. Perhaps they were passing through. This is difficult space to navigate.”

“Sir, If that was the case Protocol dictates that we need to imprison and interrogate any unidentified craft in our territory regardless. They gave no clearance codes. Moreover, they fired onto us first. That is a classic distraction tactic Sir! Does that not seem suspicious to you? If there is something on Jakku they want we need to obtain it first.” You nearly ran out of breath desperately trying to explain yourself. Taking a breath you sat back down in your seat, just now realizing you rose out of it for your vocal bombardment. “I stand by my decision, Armitage. I understand that you have to suspend me during the investigation, but you’ll soon see- I. Am. Right.”

Hux stiffened: jaw muscles tightening, eyes shifting from you to the door. You followed his gaze. Kylo was a silhouette in the gaping arch way. “For your sake Colonel, you best hope you are. Dismissed.”

You gave Hux a curt nod before leaving the two men in peace.

For days you waited. Not once seeing anything outside the bunk you were assigned to. An officer brought you your meals and a Stormtrooper stood outside your door at all times. Stars! If you didn’t know better you would have assumed you were the one under arrest. You soon discovered it was also pointless to ask questions to the little people you had contact with. They would either know nothing or keep their rumors to themselves. There were two possibilities for you now. One) You'd be dragged off ship to Court Martial without a word. Or Two) You’d be dragged back into Hux’s office without a word. The latter of which would be better. At least then you could return as a Colonel to Absolution.

You pondered vaguely what Hux’s excuse was to the banking clan. Would he pull in someone closer of equal rank to sit through the meeting? Would he have Zack sign in your place? Or was he just apologizing and asking them to wait for your “arrival”?  Whatever the case, it didn’t really matter. What did matter was  when they did come for you, several standard day cycles into your isolation, they did not ship you off of Finalizer.

Hux was far more tense during this meeting. Something you would have thought impossible before you witnessed it. After several minutes of formalities in explaining your release from suspension, what happened with the bank, and what would happen now that you were cleared from court martial he said something else that surprised you. You were right. Not that you doubted your assumptions at any time. An admission of Hux being in the wrong BY Hux was just so unlike him.

“Ren proved useful for once and managed to not only get where the x-wing pilots were headed, but took them down as well. According to Ren they are after a map of some sorts. The supreme leader is sure there will be another attempt to retrieve it, and wants us ready for that day.”  Hux elaborated on his point instead of apologizing. Apologies were not his style.

You didn’t gloat. Pride overfilled your ego, but your face you kept neutral.

“And if it suits you Colonel, I’d like you to stay aboard Finalizer.” Hux cleared his throat, unfolding his hands and placing them on his lap in a more casual way. “Permanently. Someone will need to run this ship when I transfer to Starkiller. I can think of no one better but you.”

A knot of uncertainty rooted itself in your stomach. “Sir, as much as I’d love command over a dreadnought such as this one day. I don’t think I’m comfortable with that.” Only a week aboard and you had already experienced as many tumultuous situations as you would in a whole quarter aboard Absolution.

“I will grant you rank of Admiral.”  It was a flat statement.

Eyebrows now knitted you considered his offer again. He would be putting you back into the Navy. This is what you wanted most. Admirals held less political pull than you did now, however, in all technicalities it was a parallel  movement of power.

“Take the night to think about it (F/N).” Hux’s odd behavior had yet to cease but you nodded at his last statement before seeing yourself out.

As you exited the general's office you were greeted by a tall chrome clad warrior. “Evening Captain.” You nodded at her rigged form.

“And to you. Congratulations.” Phasma’s voice was filtered through the helmet she was never seen without.

You stopped short of continuing down the main corridor. “Congratulations?” You turned your body to face her more. Hux had told her before you of his plans? You hadn’t guessed they were that close.

“Did you not agree to the transfer then?” There was no genuine curiosity in her voice. From what you remembered of the Parnassoian she never gave much attention to anything she wasn’t directly involved in. She trained older stormtroopers, led ground commands, and spent her down time training or fiddling with electronics.

You brushed off the inconvenience of her knowing. She was not the type to gossip about it. “I haven’t decided.”

“You will accept.” Always so sure of herself. That bugged you. Could your decisions be that easily assumed? *** That morning you were awoken by a com call. Hux was wasting no time in hunting down your answer. When he said he would give you the night to think about it he truly meant just that. One night. One sleepless, tumultuous night. Your checked the time before replying; your body had only given into the soundness of peace a little over two hours ago. With a grone you picked up the com. “This is (L/N).”

“(F/N) be in my office at 0500 hrs.” Per usual his voice was like thick ice. Straight and unfeeling despite the use of your first name.

“Good morning to you too.” You scoffed away from the mic.

“(F/N).”

“Copy boss,” You interrupted yourself with a yawn. “I’m getting up now.”

Even though you had spent the whole night thinking of nothing else you had yet to come to a decision. Did you really want to stay on this ship with Hux and Ren for gods know how long just to propel yourself into a position you probably weren’t prepared for, or at the very least didn’t deserve?  And why after all these years of animosity was Hux so eager to have you stick around? The whole situation didn’t sit right with you. However, there was this nagging pull in your gut pleading with you to stay. These instincts are the only thing that kept you alive  for so long and you hesitated to ignore it.

A thought struck you while you were in the refresher. Why were you worrying so hard about being around those two? Neither of there were pleasant, sure, but they also had never harmed you directly. Moreover, they were LEAVING! It would only be a few months at most until Hux took charge of Star Killer, and Kylo was gone on missions around the galaxy so often you doubted you would see much of him. What could go wrong in that inturm? The sense of doom you were getting on the ship couldn’t be from them in particular. After all this would be YOUR ship. A Resurgent-class Star Destroyer! You couldn’t dream of having  a better station. Well you could. There were a few ships better equipt or at least bigger than Finalizer, however, you doubted you would ever have the political pull to grasp one of those.

You threw on your last teal uniform and flew out the door. You would arrive early, confident in your new found prerogative.  You. An Admiral. You had been daydreaming about this day for a decade. Not Captain. Not Vice Admiral. Admiral (L/N), command in prompt to Finalizer. *** The meeting with Hux went just as expected. As did the following week. Zach was promoted in your absence and after a short deal close was sent back to Absolution with instructions to have your things sent to you. You hadn’t seen hide nor hair of Matt or Kylo in the wake of it all and that seemed odd to you. It felt as if in your first few days that you couldn't escape them. And now they were both MIA. Avoiding me probably, you figured. You haven’t exactly left good impressions since your arrival nearly two weeks ago. In fact you noted that most of the bridge crew refused to make eye contact with you and whispered about you in the corners. You felt ostracized. But better to be tiptoed around then to face a mutiny. Or be walked over! That’s what your old Admiral use to tell you anyways.

He had called you the night of your promotion. A bittersweet moment. He obviously did not want you to leave his charge; nor did you truly want to say goodbye to him. Admiral Broste then demanded that when their paths cross again you would take his position on Absolution. Come his retirement he wanted to be sure his ship was left in good hands. You chuckled at this and agreed, brushing off the fact that for years Broste claimed he would never retire. “I’ll die in this chair, (F/N). Mark my bloody words.” He’d say to you every so often: grin and drink painting his face red with glee. You knew then that he meant it. He had no other life to go to outside of the military. That’s why you felt he joined the Order after the Empire’s fall.

Your firm opinion of this was soon to change. As Stirling and your other things were brought back to you, you found a note for the Admiral himself. Calligraphy with a stylus on flimsiplast no less. An extremely rare commodity, often considered a lost art by the wealthy and a waste of resources by the masses. You read it aloud to yourself and sterling in the private of your new chambers.

Tears welled in the corners of your eyes. You had no idea he was in such poor health and it made your heartbreak. Guilt clung to your stomach. Broste wasn’t your father, grandfather, or in anyway related to you. However, in you most private and meaningful moments the two of you shared names of endearment. He did practically raise you after all; in and out of the academy. Moreover, he had protected you for years. How could you have left him in such a time of need?

[mywildestimaginings-blog]

Reverent Kindness Part 5

Summary: The reader meets the officers for drinks, and has trouble keeping her guard and mask on/up.  Flashbacks to being a padawan.  

Word count: 2100+

Triggers: a little swearing, a little sex, violence

Hey guys, new part! I would love for some feedback before I start the next bit, any ideas or comments?  Thanks, and much love, Eve

Part 3

Part 4

“She’s not safe.  Not ever going to be safe.” My mother cried into her pillows.  I held her hand in one of mine.  She drew me into her arms, pressing me so close I nearly lost the air in my lungs.  My father stood over her, rubbing her arm softly.   “It’s degenerative- that’s the issue.  We have a few preventative measures- but this late in the progression of the disease, there’s not much we can do.”  The doctor said to my father. “What can we do?” He asked, softly. “We can make her comfortable.  She’ll be dead in a few months, maybe half a year with some luck.” “There’s no luck, with this.”  My father replied, and with a wave of his hand, his dismissed the doctor. “My darling, Y/N will be safe.  We have her, right here.”  My father murmured. “That’s not enough!  She’s going somewhere- I know.  Going somewhere and she’s going to be hurt so badly- so badly.”  My mother yelled.  I wiggled in her arms, trying to get a little loose so I could breathe again, but she just held me tighter. “I’m okay, Mum.  I’m okay.” I said to her, weakly.

I moved back as Fara took a strike at me.  I blocked the blow, trying to remember the opposite action to each of her actions.  It was difficult- almost impossible at times.  The adrenalin would start pumping and fighting came down to muscle memory, instead of being able to think.  That’s what I could do- think.  What I was best at. I went for a hit on her legs and landed one, only to be given one on my upper arm in return.  I retaliated quickly.  I jabbed at her, making it difficult for her to block without side swiping me, and then changed my momentum and hit her hard on the ribs.  She swore and dropped her weapon.  I dropped mine as well and checked her for broken ribs.  My natural inclination for so long had been to apologize- but then I was hit a few times, with a lot of force.  From there I realized that this practice wasn’t about building relationships like class was- it was specifically for self-interest, for taking someone else down.  Don’t apologize, do what you need to. Sipping water from the sidelines, I watched Ben go at it with the metal bars we were given to practice with.  He was a natural, pure and simple.  He progressed beyond anyone in our age group.  He was impressive to watch, at least I thought so. Other people found him frightening.   I picked up my staff and walked over to begin my turn against Ben.  I widened my stance and got ready.  And then he was fighting- he moved in a precise way that could have been mistaken for grace.  It wasn’t graceful though.  Sure, he knew some intimidation tricks, able to  spin the rod in his hand. But when he fought, he wasn’t trying to conserve energy.  He had stamina that allowed him to put a huge amount of force behind each blow.  He fought like he would kill you- no second thought. I ducked and skirted his blows for a while, knowing that defending myself with the metal rod would just mean he could hit it with enough force as to knock it out of my hands.  I tried to remind myself to go for a closer fight, where he couldn’t build up so much power.  I moved forward and he rammed the tip of the staff into my chest, knocking me over and winding me.   And then, he was Ben again.  Not a fighter, Ben.   He leaned over me, “Did I hurt you?  I-” “I’m okay, Ben.  I’m okay.” I smiled weakly, trying to catch my breath.

I leaned back on the chair in Hux’s room, folding one leg over the other.  He leaned over a data pad on the table, not speaking except to swear softly.  I was finishing reading a strategy plan for the Denari system.  A gift of sorts- I was put in charge of the protocol, under Hux’s supervision.  I had been obsessively studying the First Order military tactics.   I was capable enough when it came to battle plans.  I had studied all the old formations and manipulations of politics.  But I never had fought an actual war.  I never had sent people out with their lives relying on my ideas.  Compartmentalisation became a norm I didn’t like.  Statistics, numbers of Storm Troopers dead and civilians killed- you couldn’t wrap your head around the tolls.  I kept reminding myself something about ‘the greater good’.   I rubbed my temples, trying not to get lost in the thoughts about it. “Is something bothering you, Y/L/N?” Hux asked, not looking up from his work.   In the following weeks from when I had taken my mask off in front of him, we had spent most nights together.  In part, it was to perfect wartimes plans.  Some segment could be attributed to some need I still had- the need to be around people- someone.  And over time, as our relationship progressed, I began to fulfill that need with Hux.  It was again, compartmentalisation.  When we were in meetings, at work, we made no motion to directly help the other, to seem at all affectionate.  In fact, we continued to clash.  Of course, it was with much more respect than our first argument, but sometimes I disagreed and would state it plainly.  And Hux, more often than not, would vocally toss my ideas aside, though giving in here and there to some of my better arguments.  Pick your battles. “I- I don’t know, General.” I murmured.   “Your protocol is satisfactory, at least by my estimates.  Is there an issue with it?” I glanced to him and exhaled softly.  “I know about war.  I know about something being a means to an end.  I believe that system and trust it.  But when I get back reports-” I glanced at my pad, glancing for a quick number- “like 13,462 people are currently starving due to our most recent crop burning.  It has the desired effect.  The people are weakened, riots are breaking out. But I just-” I paused, biting my lower lip.  I was showing momentary weakness.  I needed self-control.  But the work had been wearing on me- a mental erosion.  I had to weigh whether to speak- it get it off my chest- would that be worth the possible backlash from Hux? “Speak freely, Y/N.” Hux said, softly.  He hardly ever called me by my first name. “There was once a woman on my planet.  Some sort of scholar.  She said that every life has innate, infinite and inalienable worth.  And I can see that our work- it will benefit more than it will harm.  It will bring order.” I mentioned, throwing the old motto in.  “But if a life is worth an infinite value, is it really right to sacrifice one life over another?  Do ends ever justify means?” “You think about this too much.” Hux said.  “You drag in philosophy and philanthropy and empathy.  None of those things win wars.  None of them feed people or give them structure.  This isn’t a question of what’s right or not.  It’s what’s best.”  Hux stood from his chair, leaning on the table and putting one boot on the corner of my chair.  I slid my data pad across the table and folded my arms, looking up at him, all precision and tactics.  I wasn’t those things.  I was not precise.  I didn’t like tactics.  All the manipulation, the lies, the acting and careful wording.  It was wearing on me.  Erosion.  I was eroding.   “You spend your time thinking of morals.  It’s a fine pursuit- in times of peace.  When there isn’t a war to be fought, people on the front lines, order to be created- you can spend all day wondering about what’s good and evil and right and wrong.  But this is war.  13,462 people?  That’s nothing.  A speck in the sky.  A drop in an ocean.  We’ve blown up planets.  Was that right?  I don’t know.  I don’t care.  Was it for the best?” Hux shook his head, smiling, “We die or they do.  And it’s best we don’t.  You’re lucky I find you attractive and useful.  If almost anyone else expressed the same sentiments, I would have them brought to reconditioning.”  I wasn’t sure if that was a threat, but I knew it was a power play.  I had to counter- quickly.  Take back the power or give in? I grabbed his collar and stood, knocking the chair I was sitting on away with my foot and straddling him.  He moved in to kiss me, but I moved my lips away, nipping up his neck.  He moaned softly.  

I stood over my data pad, resting on the heel of my left hand and typing with my right.  Today was crucial.  I was in a cruiser, going with Ren and Hux to meet the leader of the southern rebellion.  I knew it was a risky move on my part, but I gambled sometimes.  It wasn’t for the rush of feeling, it was a risk-benefit analysis.  And I could gain a lot.  The First Order could gain a lot.   “Nervous?” Hux asked. “This planet- I’m not sure of it.  They don’t value their women like their men.  I have to be careful.  Seem subservient and still be an authority.  The contradictions could kill me.” “I won’t let you get killed.  You’re too valuable of an asset.”  Hux said. “An asset,” I smirked.   For the pilot’s chair, Kylo was being very quiet.  He as usually like that.  Sullen, angsty.  The only time he would speak was to give orders and taunt someone.  

I walked behind Hux and Ren, refusing to seem too superior.  We went into the small space that had once been a chapel for some religion now dead amoung these people and stood in front of a man with gray hair and lips like he had just lost all the blood to his face.  I lowered my head in respect.  Two guards came from the left and right.  One patted down Hux and the other Kylo.  Hux glared at Kylo as he seemed ready to bite.

“It’s stupid.  You can’t take away the weapon I actually have,” Kylo said.  One of the guards snickered and turned to me.  

“I wouldn’t search a woman, but I got orders.”  He said.  

I stood still as he put his feet between mine and parted them so he could pat down my thighs, which he did slower than I, or Hux, judging by his expression, wanted.  When he was eye level with my crotch he looked up at me.

“I would like to see you like this again.” He murmured.  

I leaned over him, trying to control anger than was roiling in me.  “If you see me from this angle again, It’ll be so I can properly cut off you head.  Or remove your tongue, if I’m feeling generous.”  

“Darling, like you could.  If I wanted I could take you right now.”

I grabbed him by his hair  and stepped one foot on his bent legs.  Then I slammed his head to the ground with a little too much force, and heard his nose crack.

The other man stiffened and withdrew.  I looked up at the general of the resistence, only to see him smiling and smiling like a kid on his name day.  “I like you.” He said, and pointed at me.  “Come here.”

I walked to him, stiffly.  

“You got a mask.  Why have you got a mask?  Take it off.”

“No.”  I said.

“Take it off,” he said, with my force, an order rather than flirtation.

“You risk my life if I take it off.  You risk my people, too.”  I said.

“Risk is half the fun.”  

“I can’t remove it.”

“Do it.”

I paused for a moment.  “For a trade.  I’ll take it off, if you promise to give me what I want.”

“And what’s that?” He asked.

“You’ll have to wait and see.  I mean, risk is half the fun.”

He smiled at me again, grinning and grinning and grinning like an idiot.  But I knew him, I read about him, studied his tactics.  He wasn’t an idiot, at least.

“Deal.”  He said.

I told myself, so quietly, don’t be scared anymore.  You’re not a child.  Not supposed to be scared.  I undid the ties about my head and let the mask fall off, holding to one of the ties so it wouldn’t hit the ground.  Can’t be scared.  Can’t be scared.  Not a child.  

The general looked over my face for a while.  “Who claimed you?” He asked.

“I claimed myself.” I returned.

“That’s not true.  Who wanted you?”

“A man.” I said.  “A man I knew well from when I was young.  He went insane like my mother.  Bad luck.  He died.  I didn’t.  I wasn’t ‘claimed’.”

“Too bad.  For that, I guess.  And too bad that I have three wives and they’re already too much.”

I nodded my head and replaced my mask on my face, redoing the ties.  

“Now what favor do you want?”  He asked me.  

I smirked ever so slightly turning my head to Hux.  “I’ll take my due when I want it.  Just know you owe me.”

On the ship Hux leaned to me.  “You were playing a very stupid game, and gambling too much.”

“It’s not a gamble.”  I shook my head.  I looked to Kylo, and he had turned his head to hear me better.  “I knew I would win.  You don’t play when you think you can win.  That man, though.  The guard.  I didn’t plan for him.”

“What did he say to you?”  Hux asked.

“He was implying he could have me.  Like an object.  A fucking object.”  

Hux’s hand tightened, the knuckles turning white.  I smirked and continued on, “It was dangerous.  It was ill-planned on my part, but I won the gamble.  We won it.  I will be more- rational in the future.”

Hux leaned closer to me.  “You took your mask off.”  He almost sounded jealous.

“Are you worried about my safety or jealous, General?” I quipped.  I noticed Kylo seemed to move his head to the side, to catch more of our conversation as we spoke more softly.

[spottedlekkudancer]

Holograms

Sum: You arrive in Hux’s room at his command. Hux however is no where to be found. How will you cure your boredom.

Word Count: <1,400

The room you were in looked less like a high rankings officials personal quarters and more like an extension of the Finalizer itself. Black and white decor, simple, with little more to entertain the eye but the necessities. Apart of course from the powder blue couch. The first time you had entered this room that struck you as odd. Why blue? Why such a light and airy tone to an otherwise bleak room? The General was a straight laced man so naturally you had expected a neutral colored sofa as well. That first time in Hux’s apartment you had been very tense, and for several times after that. But you had been working with him closely for well over a year now and had become quite comfortable. More often than not when you would arrive to his call he’s be sitting on that out-of-place couch in his silk pleated robe. Not to say these visits were social. Hux had a way with making everything he wore and said “professional.”

   Today, however, Hux was not in the sitting area. Nor was he to be seen at all. You stood awkwardly in the foyer, projecting his name and rank into a question.

   Nothing.

   What to do now? You asked yourself. You had never been left alone in here before. Doubt struck you. Did you miss read your message? Were you not to meet him for some time yet? Perhaps you were late and he was out looking for you. Hux did hate waiting, and wouldn’t hesitate to hunt down and scold whomever he depended on seeing. Alarmed at this thought you opened your data pad to double check. It did specify “after your shift”, and you had come right after you were relieved. Still, perhaps Hux forgot your schedule. Unlikely, but possible. To your vexation the man knew more things about you than you cared for and were positive he took notice if your regular hours were to change. You typed out a small reminder that you were waiting for him; being careful to word it respectfully.

   A soft *ping* and a light caught your attention from across the room. Wherever the general was he didn’t have his data pad. You sighed walking over to it, lifting it off of the end table. You plopped down on the couch, getting comfortable in your boss’s lack of presence. Curious you tapped the illuminated screen. The glow changed in intensity and changed to the home screen of the portable computer. Your face and ears grew hot with realization. You had just broke into Hux’s personal data pad. Why didn’t the man use lock codes? You immediately set the rectangular thing back down, taking an extra moment to inch it back into the exact same place and position.

   You crossed your legs tightly and scanned the room as if worried someone had caught you. It wasn’t a surprise that you had not been. After all you were alone. The feeling of being seized for the red handed act. You could hear your heart pound louder in your ears. Shame, curiosity, excitement, the thrill of doing something you shouldn’t just once: all these feelings swam circles in the forefront of your mind.

   Within a swift moment you snached the black slate up again. The decision to do some light snooping was both exceedingly wrong and unarguably right. Right in this moment for where would you get another like it?  It was time you experienced some other worldly pleasure besides the fulfilling knowledge of supporting the First Order.

   You slid your finger on the glass screen, igniting the blue glow. A plethora of knowledge was now at your fingertips. What to look at first? Battle plans? Private messages? No. That was not privileged enough. You wanted to know about Hux, the real Hux. It was only fair given he knew so much about you and how you ticked. The idea struck you then, Holos. Get right to the nitty gritty. Know what the stern General holds close enough to his heat to keep memories of.

   A few taps latter and it had become all too easy to forget your worries about the future reprimand you might face. You sifted through holos of different ships, planets, a certain orange fuzz ball. That last one made you chuckle. There were quite a few holos of little Milly. You assumed she was locked in his bedroom at the moment. Hux had only allowed you to meet her one, and that was an accident. You continued to swipe quickly and had gone through so many you were beginning to think that work was the only thing this man had. You knew he had a father that he more or less held some disdain for, but here was nothing here to indicated he wanted to remember him. Perhaps he hated him more that he led on.

   That's when you had to stop. You reached a holo that perplexed you. You had narrowly missed it, doubling back to take a second look. A woman? No. Two women. And one of them you recognized all too quickly. Long thick hair braided over one shoulder; a quilted shawl tied around the waist.

   “Mother?” you whispered to yourself. So many questions arose at once. But the most pressing one: did Hux know your mother? It wouldn’t leave your thoughts. How? You hadn't even met the man until after you graduated from the academy and you most certainly were not from the same planet. And Who was the other woman? The holo was devoid of any other color but blue. That same ice blue of the couch you sat on.

   The sound of air pistons being released drew you from your thought. You looked to the door where Hux now stood, as sallow skinned and dark seeded eyed as ever. “Sir!” You shot straight up out of your seat, standing stiff at attention. The data pad dropped to the plush fabric of the sofa below. The holo flickered but did not fade.

   The silence of the man as he stalks toward you only sharpens the nausea that began bubbling up in the pit of your stomach. Step by step Hux neared; his face twisting as his eyes darted from you to the holo and then back. Brows knitted further together than you had ever saw before. He stopped short of you, bending at the waist to pick up the bit of technology. He did not turn it off, instead stared long and hard at the vision of the two laughing women.

   Just as you felt you were about to pass out from the heavy ringing of panic in your ears he spoke. “Do you know who this is?”

   A different question than you expected, if he was to give you a question at all. What you had expected was a swift reprimand with possible consequences that you cared not to think about. Or even a rhetorical: “What do you think you are doing?”

   Hux sneered at your inability to speak up with haist. He shoved that small blue women back into your line of sight. “Do you know who these people are?”

   You gulped hard. “N-no Sir.” Your hands were becoming clammy. “I mean Yes Sir. One is my mother. The other I do not.”

   He was not phased by your answer. In fact it seemed as you had answered a question he long suspected but not known the answer to. “No you would not know the other. You were not yet born the last time these two kitchen maids met.” Now the image went dark and Hux set the pad down onto the knee high table in front of you.

Hux then sat, shedding his leather gloves. You looked back over your shoulder, his gaze had not yet left your form. “Sit, (Y/F/N). We will not dwell on this.”

A thought struck you. Who in this galaxy could your great general keep a holo of? Someone important. But he said they were both kitchen maids. You knew of Hux’s illegitimacy. Knew he never spoke of his extended family.

“Is she… Your Mother?”

The muscles in his neck tightened. He was not going to answer, but he no longer needed to. “Sit. (Y/F/N). We will not dwell on this any longer. That is an order.” He repeated himself softly yet firmly.

You obeyed.

[spottedlekkudancer]

Same Heart

Chapter 2 - Onslaught        CH1

SUM: You are a Colonel from the Battlecruiser Absolution now aboard Finalizer in an attempt to close a banking deal for the Order abroad. Not much has ever given you cause to seek a significant other before, however, when several people on the ship start taking a personal interest in you things may change.(KyloxReaderxHux)

Word Count: 4000+

Warnings: N/A

The next morning came swiftly: sleep having taken you out like a highly trained assassin after retiring to your room. You had the day off but your body’s internal clock wouldn’t allow you to sleep in. So the next thing on your mind was your ever growling stomach. Typically you would just have your provisions brought to your quarters, however, as a guest on this ship you would have to dress in your uniform and go to the cafeteria again.

After grabbing your own tray you stood awkwardly in a corner of the dining area, scanning the tables for your Lieutenant. You previously sent him a message asking if he had already eaten and if not if he would share the meal time with you. Eating with Zack was better than eating alone with all trooper and grey coats’ eyes on you. You spotted him quickly: he already had taken a seat with an unmasked stormtrooper and to your surprise Matt the radar tech.

Zack gave a quick smile to you as you sat down next to the trooper, filling in the square. He was already deep in a conversation.

“Ridiculous, where do you get this stuff man? Are you like in love with this guy?” The trooper gave a short laugh: his unshaven double chin giggling with his own delight. “Why don’t you give him a kiss for me, huh?” Zack chuckled at this as well, Matt on the other hand seemed very unamused.

“What are we talking about?” It was a strange thing to hear when you were just engaging the three men.

“Matt over here wants to bed Kylo Ren.” The heavy man pushed the food on his tray around. You noted his ID number, he was part of the 501st Legion.

Zack was the one to answer next. Clearing your confused expression. “Ignore Tim, Colonel (L/N), He’s just teasing. Matt here was telling us some of the things his friend knows about the Commander.”

“We’re off duty, Just (F/N) will do for today.” You corrected, then immediately turned to Matt. His face was hot with anger. “What things? I’d like to know.”

“Uuugh here we go.” Tim groaned with his mouth full. You shot him a look of discontent and he momentarily turned his attention away from you and Matt to talk to Zack.

Matt’s hands slid off the table into his lap. “Why do you care?”

His tone was one you did not desire when someone addressed you, but he was upset. You were letting a lot of things you would normally reprimand go on the Finalizer. “For a better understanding of our Commander maybe. Maybe I just want to be included in a friendly back and forth. Take it however you like.”

Matt straightened in his seat. “Well how do you feel about him?” He turned the conversation on you first, some of the animosity he carried leaving.

“I know nothing about the man. Therefore, my opinion is null.” You took a few bites before continuing. Matt wasn't going to speak again until you answered him. “But if you must know: I feel like he is a loose canon. Or at the very least needs to find a coping method for his feelings other than hurting the things and people around him. I guess it would be understandable if they insulted him directly, but

I mean we are all on the same side here. Do you not agree?”

The way his brow knitted gave away that he in fact did not agree. He glared you down for a long intense moment, drawing the attention of Tim and Zack. Without any body language to warn you he shot up out of his chair and swiped his arm across the table. Successfully knocking everyone’s trays to the floor. He didn’t once brake eye contact with you as he left; his nostrils flaring with every breath.

For a moment you were stunned. Zack’s voice was the one to break your empty thoughts. “(F/N)?”

You connected gazes with him and then back down at your tunic. It was splattered with your unfinished breakfast. “Well. Guess I’ll be leaving too.” You brushed a piece of grey protein matter off your shoulder.

As you departed the other two men shared a shrug and returned to the mess hall’s buffet.

After a brief refresh and change of clothes you checked your data pad. There was a new message from one of the many officers. They were requesting your presence in the room Kylo had destroyed the night before; wanting a verbal and written witness statement. The latter of the two was easy, you had typed it out before leaving the scene and all you had to do was forward it to the officer in charge.

When you arrived two petty officers greeted you. You immediately noticed the back end of Matt. He was on all fours with his head stuck in one of the damaged panels. You mindlessly answered there 101 questions as you watched him work. He really had no idea what he was doing and you wondered where supervisor was.

“Thank you for your time Colonel.” The female officer nodded to you as she and her partner left.

Time. Time was all you had today, and time meant boredom. Boredom lead to bad decisions on your part. Like the one you were making right now: to go and talk to Matt again. You couldn’t put your finger on why you kept torturing yourself; approaching the man had yet to be a pleasant experience. Maybe it was the way that baggy uniform was trying to hide that more than perfect butt of his that got you to stick around just now. He did have it so perfectly on display for you.

That was a wildly inappropriate thought. You scolded yourself.

“What up Matt.” You made an attempt at sounding like the stormtrooper that kicked his wrench yesterday. His reaction was better than you anticipated, apparently your impersonation was good. He jolted up, hitting his head hard on the metal encasing he hovered between. He grunted and rubbed at the spot, pulling himself out slowly this time. “Whoa, hey you okay?” You leaned against to equipment next to him.

Every line in his face grew deep with a frown. “What do you want? Don’t you have something better to do?” Kylo wasn’t the least interested in making eye contact with you. Still all he felt was your stare burning into his head. You insulted him to his face, unknowingly at that, but nevertheless. If he looked at you now he might do something he couldn’t take back. He wasn’t just ready to blow his cover.

“Nope.” You said with plane cheerfulness. It was unprofessional, but so was everyone else besides Hux on this ship.

“Go bother someone else. I’m busy.”

You rolled your eyes at his dismissal, you were getting use to the rude way he rejected you. “You’d be less busy if you blunted that red and green wire and disconnect the TMA strip.”

He halted his movements.

“I mean you are trying to turn all power in this room off safely so it can be replaced right?” You watched carefully as the man nodded. “Good well then you will need these.” You squatted to his level and handed him a pair cable strippers, and then pointed to a thick red and green striped wired deep in the computer’s box. “Remove about two inches from the end.”

He took the pliers from you. “Why does a Colonel know how to do this?”

You smiled glad he was taking interest. “It’s not like i was trained in it. I just pride myself in my droid building skills. Not hard to figure this out from that. Same mechanics.”

“You have built a droid?” there was disbelief laced in the question.

“Well no. More like re-built. I have a B1 battle droid I use as an assistant waiting for me back on Absolution.”

The frown he carried faded and his shoulders started relaxing. “Clone War era. Why even bother with something so out of date?”

“Well Her programing isn’t out of date. I change it periodically.” You handed him the next tools he would need.

“Her?” It was an odd thing to address a droid as, especially a B1.

“Oh yes, I installed a RTS model translator chip. It was a surprise to me too when it influenced a feminine personality. So I ended up changing her name from Bucket to Sterling.”

“Sterling?”

“Ya. I had her painted a shiny gray. That sandy brown never was appealing to me, and almost every thing from that era comes in it. I also equipped her with k-FM top 40 droid music and a YYTW-c4 program that allows her to play orchestral music. She really seems to enjoy singing while cleaning.” You rambled on about Stirling. Even if he wasn't actually interested you jumped at any chance to talk about your accomplishment with her. She was the closest thing you had to a friend and you had worked so hard and long on getting her just right.

Kylo still wasn’t looking at you, but he could feel your aura light up with elation as you went on about the stupid droid. “It’s a B1 and you have it cleaning?”

You scoffed. “Come on, let's be honest. Those battle droids weren’t very good at fighting. Their whole shtick was to come in overwhelming numbers and hope they shot their target. But Stirling does still carry a hand blaster. I gave her a DC-17.”

That was something else old enough to be a collectible. “What’s with all the ‘rise of the Empire’ shit. Are you obsessed with that era or something?”

You scratched the back of your head thinking. No one had asked you that before. “I wouldn’t say Obsessed. But ya, kinda. I guess this huge fascination with droids and old tech stuff  came from my love for Darth Vader. I heard once as a child that he built a droid and was good with fixing things before he became the infamous inquisitor. Since then I wanted to build a companion of my own.”

That one caught Kylo completely off guard. “Darth Vader?” He stopped working, anger melting away enough to watch you instead.

You were looking up at the ceiling, in a day dream like haze. “Don’t get me wrong. As much as I admire him I know I could never be anything like the man. I’m no force user, but just the sheer power and restraint he had over others and himself. It’s awe inspiring, ya know?”

Perhaps you weren't as bad as he originally thought. Kylo figured you at least had good taste in this matter.

“Matt! You done with that box yet!?” The brass voice of Matt’s supervisor interrupted your train of thought. She had come around the corner and into the room.

“Almost ma’am” He spoke through gritted teeth, not at all trying to hid his loathing for the woman.

You took a step forward. “That’s my fault. I have been providing a distraction with questions about the extent of the damage.” You passed her. “Excuse me.”

“Of course Colonel. Not a problem.” She sounded less irritated with your excuse for Matt.

Now the question of what to do next stood. You didn’t want to go and just sulk in your room, nor did you want to go to a common area. Making friends wasn’t something you enjoyed. Too many years of “professional relationships only” being beat into you. You wished you were aboard Absolution and able to do real work. Work was your only purpose in life.

A thought struck you. Perhaps with permission Hux would allow you to do more under his command, as if this was a short term reassignment instead of a business visit.

Hux was where he always was: the bridge; his choses team of Lieutenants bustling around with his orders. You decided on at least trying to be pleasent with him. You catch more bees with honey than vinegar, after all. “General, Sir.” You called from the rear observation deck. “A moment of your time, please?” He excused himself quietly from the subordinate to oblige you. When he got close enough you continued with your request in hushed tones: feeling that if you came off more abrasive like you usually did he might say no. “Sir, may I be short with you?”

Though at times you could have blunt or snarky comebacks they were never directed towards him. You were always to speak in a roundabout or elegant way even when upset with him. So naturally the question peaked his interest. “Is this about Ren?” He wondered if the bloody Knight had insulted you again or even attacked you. The man’s rage was predictable and more so, worthy of a complaint. You shook your head negatively. A small wave of relief for Hux. “Then I don’t see why not.”

“Sir, I’m not use to down time. Do you have anything you’d like done that you-yourself can not attend to at the moment?”

Hux didn’t even take a moment to think. He had a long list of tasks every day that he couldn’t delegate to the officers under him. But a Colonel, he could use. “How do you feel about carrying out discipline?”

“Anything will do Sir. I don’t mind being the ‘bad guy’.” This was true. It had bothered you when you were first assigned to such things, but that faded quickly. The first Order was already viewed as a monster among most of the galaxy. So a few more handfuls of people was little more than a nuisance.

Hux was pleased. “I’ll send you a list. Sergeant Tolle will need a shuttle prepared for him. He is to be demoted and shipped out to Solken3 Base. The others are minor offenses and you may deal with how you wish.” He waited for your acceptance.

Whatever Tolle did must have been serious. Solken3 was a wasteland where the Order sent people they wanted to forget about. “I’ll have it done by next meal Sir.”

Without delay you set upon completing this small mission: first preparing  transport for Tolle, next sending troopers to Tolle’s dorm to pack his things for him while he was working, then issuing the appropriate documents to Solken3, and finally several hours later- when all your ducks were in a row- pulling the Sergeant out of duty to give him the bad news. Naturally he wanted to argue the sudden change, but you would hear none of it. If you needed too you would have a pair of troopers escort him to his ship. He knew this and the arguing didn’t last long.

Taking care of the others was far more simple. Some you sent to reconditioning, others to janitorial duty on the lower levels for the rest of the standard quarter year. More often than not Hux would have pulled them into the training room very nonchalantly and pitted them against a fighter far superior than them, or simply instruct a group of guards to beat on said individual. This however, never sat right with you. It was something he picked up in his youth and never grew out of. Knowing his father Brendol like you did you weren’t surprised by the development of man’s behaviour early on. You grew up knowing only this Hux and you use to wonder if Armitage was ever innocent and kind.

It was when you reached the last person on your list that you had your first bit of real trouble with the task at hand. You were under the impression going into the conversation that this would be the easiest of the lot, that’s why you saved it for last. Yalhem, a petty officer, had failed a block sweep. There was no contraband found in his bunking, but it was unusually untidy. You figured a verbal slap on the writs would be enough to satisfy everyone.

Apparently not.

“If this happens again you will face consequences. Do I make myself clear?”

Kylo overheard you chiding the younger officer. Your tone was the same you used with him the night before and this made his blood run hot. He dropped his previous thoughts on what he was doing and went to follow the clear authoritative reprove. After tuning corners he found you. Comparatively to him you were small and he found any other though of you was incorrect. Literally beneath him. You were petite, inconsistent, and annoying with the way you thought you could run things.

This was the third time he saw you trying to make your presence hold some meaning other than a paper lackey known. Kylo was having none of it. Your place was behind a desk; not berating and chastising every one of his subsidiary workers, including himself.

“(L/N)” his long legs made for determined strides, stepping in between you and the officer he did not know the name of. He pushed you by the shoulder back some making every inch of his incorrigible towering frame vividly menacing. “Three people on this ship have the power to dictate over these men. You are not one of them.”

“Excuse you?!” This was the last straw with him. For too long he had shown disrespect to you. “I have the  sovereignty to do as I see fit at anytime.” You couldn't help but think about why this guy was always around at the worst times. Yalhem started slithering away slowly, far more frightened than you were by the brute in front of him.

“No, you need to mind your place!” spit flew out of the enraged man’s mouth. Whipping out his saber and cutting you down would be an easy thing for him right now.

You crossed your hands over your chest and lowered your voice. Something you had picked up when dealing with aggressive men on the daily. If you stayed the calmer of the two, the more likely you were to come out the victor or an argument. “Maybe you should take a hard look in the mirror techie. You aren’t one of those ‘three people’ either.”

Techie. Matt. Kylo was still in his radar technician clothes. His realization of the mistake came too late, he would have to continue to lambaste you for the sake of pride.

“Matt. I don’t know if you think you have some kind of special place here because of your elegend relationship with the Commander, but no amount of favoritism is going to spare you from my hand. You are just as insignificant to me and everyone else on this ship as a pile of Wampa pie.” You made an obscenely disgusted face, emphasizing the offel nature of the beasts’ excrement.

Kylo, or rather Matt was fuming. Now at both you and himself. “At least I am not called on half way across the galaxy to sign an otherwise worthless document.”

You opened your mouth to speak but in an instant of realization were struck with awe. A brief recovery. “How do you know that?” It was not announced to anyone what you were here for, for all anyone under Hux knew you could be a new permanent. You shook this off too, returning to your upbraiding.  “Never mind. Weather you like it or not I AM your superior, and will not be spoken to in such a way.”

“Funny, You haven't corrected me on it before. I thought you liked it.” Through gritted anger his words were thick with sarcasm.

“Oh yes supper funny.” You came back dropping the higher ground to match the derision he gave. “As funny as it will be to watch you clean the sweat off the training room floors every night for the next standard half year.”

Kylo pointed an accusing finger. “You still don't get it. No one gave you the right to-

“Hux gave me jurisdiction over punishments while i'm here. And I’m positive you wouldn’t speak to him like this.” Your argument had turned to one resembling siblings or an old married couple. Too full of himself to back down, both feeling everything they said was the work of a god.

“You’d be really fucking surprised princess-

A chime came from the tablet in your arms. You held up a finger to hush Matt and surprisingly it worked. Though as you were looking down at the notification you missed the fact Matt received a message too.

Return to the bridge.

It was from Hux. “Speak of the devil.” You murmured. You didn’t bother engaging Matt again. He only lead to more trouble.

Kylo’s message on the other hand said something for more pressing to him and wouldn’t be able to keep up the fight if he wanted to.

The Supreme Leader has called. Where are you?

You snatched the com from Mitaka, glaring him down into submission. “Lieutenant, patch me into the main Hangar now!”

This time he does as you say, clicking away on the control panel at your hip. He gives you the nod to go.

“Flight Control. This is Colonel (L/N). I need six standby fighters, Zeta and Epsilon squads, launched to execute Tango-Delta-48.”

A staticked voice links back to you. “Uh.. Sir? This is Flight Control, Hangar one is locked down until

“That is an ORDER Officer.” You cut him off, well aware of the excuses.

“Yes Sir, right away.” His speech is hurried this time. “All stations get ready for a draft we’re opening the shield doors. On my mark. Ten. nine. Eight...”

When you had arrived in the main hub of the ship Hux wasn’t be found. Instead you were greeted by a very disgruntled Mitaka. For nearly a half hour the two of you exchanged small talk while waiting for the general to return. Then something unusual happened. An officer called out that resistance ships were pulling into your quadrant from hyperspace. The kind of ships were yet to be determined, however, that wasn’t to be analyzed now.

The ability to assess and determine the details of a situation make the Order’s elite revered and respected as vigilant guardians of maintaining peace and justice over their respective systems. In these situations careful coordination and patience  between man and machine is imperative to the success of a mission. That’s why you lept into action. If Hux nor Kylo was around to give orders you’d be sitting ducks.

Mitaka was quick to advise otherwise, even going as far to say he would give commands in Hux’s wake. This was unacceptable. He had no Navy or Army command training. Once this point was firmly made he had little left to argue with.

As the rebel group drops out of hyperspace the ties are ordered to maneuver defensively around the perimeter to ensure maximum coverage of the Finalizer’s surface. Following up on their new instructions the relentless squadrons exercised caution with the approaching battle. Once orbit has been secured you order the deployment of two tie bombers and a tie defender.

You signal for all coms live. Every word exchanged amongst your men is important.

“Bombers Zulu-918, 938 prepare initiate depart sequence.”

“Defender Foxtrot-005 stand by for final safety checklist.”

“Zulu-938 Roger that.”

“Zulu-918 Roger that”

“Foxtrot-005 standing by, Roger.”

“Foxtrot-005 crew is secured and pre-flight list checks out.”

“Good on go, Foxtrot-005 Roger that.”

“Colonel, All personnel accounted for. With your authorization we’re ready.”

Your calmness, that cool and calculating face, was returning. This was good news, but the tension behind your shoulder grew. You could do this. It had been sometime since your last fleet battle but you were confidant. You had been taught well, even under Grand Admiral Thrawn’s standards. “Good work men, you are released. Safe flight and let's keep the formations tight out there.”

“Zulu-918, 938, Foxtrot-oo5 You’re authorized to initiate departure.”  

“Zulu-918 Cross-locked engaged, disengaging primary docking. Confirmed.”

“Zulu-938 Confirmed. Transferring vector heading for hangar door approach.”

“Foxtrot-005  green light on final pre-launch sequence confirmed.”

“Colonel, Flight command confirms all troops secured and departing. Flight Command standing by.”

(Mun: I know guys I’m sorry. It’s late. I’m a procrastinator. And I know “cliff hangers” are a shit move. BUT It’s getting long. It would be well over 7000wc if I had EVERYTHING I wanted in this chapter. No worries. That just means another long chapter next week or an extra chapter total.)

Thanks for reading <3

[spottedlekkudancer]

Masterpost

Mun: Hey lads. Long story short I have Executive Dysfunction. Not really and excuse to why I haven't touched any of my WIPs in a year, but at least you know why it happened now. I have one very hard ask to complete and several things to update including but not limited to: Same Heart, Lady of the Stars, and a new Dadalorian fic. Hopefully with working 12 hr days at a desk job I can still find the will to write. 

Series:

Passive Pursuit - You were never one for biting off more than you can chew, and yet you keep finding yourself in loads of trouble. Now you have several of the one percent-ers on your back paying out the ass to have you brought in by the best. DinXReader Part 1, 

 Lady of the Stars - You, a former student of Luke, have made a modest life in the smuggling profession. It’s not glamorous but it meets your needs. Staying out of trouble and under the First Order’s radar was a top priority of yours, but after you are cornered at the edge of the galaxy by the KOR you find your self lost on a primitive planet. Will your new found companions be able to help you off world before Ren comes for you or will you be stuck here forever?  StarWars Witcher Xover GeraltXReader Part 1,

Same Heart - You are a Colonel from the Battlecruiser Absolution now aboard Finalizer in an attempt to close a banking deal for the Order abroad. Not much has ever given you cause to seek a significant other before, however, when several people on the ship start taking a personal interest in you things may change. Kylo/MattXReaderXHux Part 1,  Part 2, Part 3, 

Drabbles and One Shots

Goatman - (Modern AU) You and Kylo head to the Old Alton Bridge to hunt for the legendary Goat Man. KyloXReader

Campfire - Ben Solo tries to ignore his uncle Luke as he tells scary stories to the other padawans.

Trick-or-Treat - It’s nearing an Autumn holiday on the planet where you are from and Hux catches you eating candy on the Bridge.

Under Control - (Modern AU) Luke is hosting a Dungeons and Dragons campaign at his Uncle Ben’s house.

Fallen - Reader is captured and detained by the First Order after coming out of seclusion. Her interrogation proves to be useless and Hux himself take it upon his duty to get her to cooperate. HuxXReader

Holograms - You arrive in Hux’s room at his command. Hux however is no where to be found. How will you cure your boredom. HuxXReader

Silence - You and Ben are two of Luke’s top students in his Jedi academy and have become quite close over the years. Close enough to assist one another with your most present fears. Fears that keep you both up at night. BenXReader

Headcanons and Asks

Pumpkin carving (OT)

Earth Jobs (OT)

[spottedlekkudancer]

Masterpost

Mun: Hey Ladies, sorry for the month of neglect. I’m returning this week with more same hearts, a long awaited unanswered request, and some well needed smutt.

Series:

Same Heart - You are a Colonel from the Battlecruiser Absolution now aboard Finalizer in an attempt to close a banking deal for the Order abroad. Not much has ever given you cause to seek a significant other before, however, when several people on the ship start taking a personal interest in you things may change. Kylo/MattXReaderXHux  Part 1,  Part 2,

Drabbles and One Shots

Goatman - (Modern AU) You and Kylo head to the Old Alton Bridge to hunt for the legendary Goat Man. KyloXReader

Campfire - Ben Solo tries to ignore his uncle Luke as he tells scary stories to the other padawans.

Trick-or-Treat - It’s nearing an Autumn holiday on the planet where you are from and Hux catches you eating candy on the Bridge.

Under Control - (Modern AU) Luke is hosting a Dungeons and Dragons campaign at his Uncle Ben’s house.

Fallen - Reader is captured and detained by the First Order after coming out of seclusion. Her interrogation proves to be useless and Hux himself take it upon his duty to get her to cooperate. HuxXReader

Holograms - You arrive in Hux’s room at his command. Hux however is no where to be found. How will you cure your boredom. HuxXReader

Silence - You and Ben are two of Luke’s top students in his Jedi academy and have become quite close over the years. Close enough to assist one another with your most present fears. Fears that keep you both up at night. BenXReader

Headcanons and Asks

Pumpkin carving (OT)

Earth Jobs (OT)

[mywildestimaginings-blog]

Reverent Kindness Part 3

Summary: The reader acclimates to her new setting, but decides to push boundaries, trying to gain both respect and trust, especially with Hux. 

Word count: 2000+

Triggers: none, pretty much.  Overthrowing a monarchy?

Hey guys, new part! I would love for some feedback before I start the next bit, any ideas or comments?  Thanks, and much love, Eve

Part 1

Part 2

Every morning started the same: I woke up at six, my quarters lighting up.  I put my hair in a tight bun at the nape of my neck, put on my black button up and pants, tied my boots tight and slid on my jacket.  Then I took my mask off my bedside table and tied it on.  By 6:30 I was on the upper deck. Everytime, before I opened the doors to the head quarters, I stood there, quiet for a moment.  Breathe in.  Breathe out.  I pushed the button on the left side.

Hux stood there, already speaking to one of the captains.  He had his usual scowl on, something else I was getting used to.  He had a much more kind face when I first met him.  Not to sound cliched, but everyone has masks.

It had been three weeks of this already.  I kept quiet.  I did my work.  I didn’t get in anyone’s way, unless it was strictly necessary.  Keep your head down, keep in line.  But I had enough of it.  I was not integrating fast enough.  I had assimilated to the culture.  But I knew in order to get further, I had to remove myself from the norm, ever so slightly.  

“We have a meeting at seven hundred hours.  You are to be there.” Hux said over his shoulder to me.  

“Yes, sir.” I replied.

I sat around the conference table, taking a place next to Mitaka. I inclined my head to him and murmured, "How are you?" He looked at me, almost in surprise. "As well as anyone."

Kylo Ren walked in, slamming himself down on a chair.  Other officers followed in, staring at data pads. "I'm glad." I responded. Hux entered the room, he seemed to be seething. I looked him over and saw that he had a hair out of place. It was almost comical, given the man's perfectionism. "There has been a development." Hux said. "The Denari system has decided to join the resistance. We completely lost the populations of the planet." He searched the room, looking for someone to make eye contact with him so he could accuse them of some fault in this. Most of the officers looked down at their hands on at the cool black of the table. "More systems are aligning with the resistance. My suggestion would be to send troopers to them as soon as possible to crush this new development." I shook my head slightly, realizing how Hux was going about this all wrong. He wasn't even trying. I knew the Denari system, once.  Studied it.  I knew its monarchy was an unjust one- I knew the agriculture and trade.  I had read the scanner once- some rebels in the south were trying to overthrow the monarchy.  I had asked my father if we could support them, but he argued for neutrality.   "I will send a brigade to the Denari system to make an example of them." He said. "Any rebellion needs to be ended before it becomes problematic. It needs to be destroyed." "You're inciting war." I said simply. "If you haven't noticed," Hux said, scathingly, "we are at war." "But not with the Denari system. General, from your first steps into my father's kingdom I could tell you thought our ability to rule hinges on luck and the dull ambitions of our elected rulers. But that's because you lack vital insight and any ability to see any tactics beyond the one you're most comfortable with: negative simulation to produce motivation in your followers."  I said, with a quiet and soft voice, in order to assert myself and still give a sense of power to my words. I carefully referenced my family's position of power, hinting subtly at the mines Hux and the First Order still needed at this time. Kylo looked towards me with something that might be interest, enjoying how I was criticizing the general. "What you doesn't seem to grasp, from the maybe half an hour you spent leafing through my planet's history, is that there is a clear reason as to why my dynasty was kept so intact. And maybe you are right that luck played a role. But you're not realizing that our rule was a deeply calculated one. Once we got power millennia ago, we kept it through a type of manipulation that we mastered. My forefathers knew to keep rebellions down and people placated, we had to provide them with reasons to stay down. We had to make them grow roots. We made sure they had steady work, and in exchange we have them rights: medical, judicial, a certain standard of living that made them quite contented to stay where we put them. We put into place systems that made them nationalistic without being ethnocentric. We gave them a very careful kind of education that made them empathetic to others and themselves, encouraging them to believe our rule was the fairest possible government for them.  Sure you use propaganda on your soldiers. It was even used on you in your youth if I'm not mistaken. But you need more than propaganda." I took a shaky breath and took a few steps from my chair, approaching Hux, who was turning blotchy with rage and embarrassment.

"If you want to rule the Denari system, you have to make them willing to be ruled. My forefathers demonized the other side of the war. The First Order has managed to do similar. But that won't keep them under your beck and call. We put proof and action begins our work. We used more subtle approaches than just two weekly sessions of mandated propaganda. As such, we were able to take over the three continents in a matter of decades. We reminded them that we gave them all they had, with each completion of a promise, each step towards a better world, each kindness, right down to our ceremonies." I paused, taking in breath. The room was quiet, silent at my first words of consequence and my ranting.

"Don't you understand yet? The ruling party is like a father. And no good parent, not in my culture, only punishes. That fosters resentment. That fosters rebellion. You lost the Denari system mostly because you gave them no reason to stay other than the threat of force if they didn't. You have to give them reasons to stay. You have to give them rights and a life and small freedoms and all the while instill respect by taking your aggressions out on your enemies. You have to treat people right if you want them to lay complacent under your boot.  If you want planets to join you, you can't burn them down and expect them to be thankful. You are as harsh as necessary, and then you lift the prisoners of war from their feet, promise them and give them a better life, and they will join you in armies to fight."  I carefully took a step back from him and smiled around the room, a small coy one to prove that I was calm now, peaceful and confident and sure of myself. "What do you suggest we do when we take these planets?" An officer asked me.

I glanced at him and tried to force a sort of kindness behind my eyes, a soft look of gratitude. "We destroy the ties with the Republic. We destroy their government. It needs to be quick and bloodless, so precise that the resistance won't be sure we are even attacking. And we set up our own government, one with that still gives a sense of control and democracy. We continue offering amnesty and resources to the people, in exchange for simply their loyalty. Any captured soldiers we return to the planet. We publicly apologize for any loss, saying that they were brainwashed into believing in some lost and scared people. We need our officers, in their uniforms, on the ground, with the people, rebuilding right next to them. Doing the manual labor like everyone else. Going out to the bars at night and over to their houses, charming them and selling a lifestyle only we can provide. And then we begin the finalization of our onslaught. The propaganda of the republic. Our insignia needs to be on every building, every store, everything they want and need. A reminder of who gave them this life. And, of course, for good measure, we build an education system that sets us up as their saviors, their kind parents. We slowly introduce into our history lessons, and we even show our losses. We hint at our humanity, our grievances. In ten years you will have armies. You will have trained pilots and officers. And more importantly, you will have the loyalty of a star system once sure the Resistance was their only chance at life." "What do you believe would be the prime attack for bringing down their government?" Kylo Ren asked, entertaining my train of thought. "Their planet is based on a monarchy, luckily for us. A very shaky one at that. There is even a current push for a more balanced government in the south, a small one but still usable as a platform. Send in guns and ammunition, along with a few of our more tactical officers to help with the resulting civil war. Make sure only the heads of their new government know who we are. Any further than that, and there may be intervention from the resistance. Assassinate the king and his family. Do it quickly, in less than a few nights. In the resulting power vacuum, the south will turn on the north. If we destabilize the north with several power outages, as they mostly run on electricity, and then burn their major crop fields in the east, they will be vulnerable. Within two months, the civil war will be won. Then send in our actual soldiers, but this time on a missionary trip. They will rebuild any losses. The people will be inclined to trade with us, as we were missionaries to their aid. And the new government itself will know we were the ones that gave them the ability to rule, and will be indebted to us. From there we set up trade negotiations, we subtly invade schools, telling hem about how cruel the king was and how unfair he was. We give them a slightly larger perspective, selling them on the idea that the First Order is the one uniting force in the galaxy, the one group that fought for rights and an end to the chaos. Of course we take over the economy, for extra measure, making sure the venture capitalists are on our team.  And we then rule the planet." I explained. Hux's glare turned thoughtful. He seemed to look me over with some sense of respect, almost as if he was unexpectedly impressed. I took my place again, folding my hands on my lap. "If we cause power outages in the north earlier, along with several crop burnings, with soldiers dressed in the king's armor, we could incite early resentment in the north before the south even rebels." Hux murmured. "We don't want them mourning for a king they will have to be cursing in a year." I smiled widely. "Perfect. Then we can use Denari as a success example. Say that they knew the government the Resistance was trading with was unlawful, and therefore we refused to negotiate with them. But after a new government was installed, we were happy to help bring about peace and order. Systems will see the comparison, and it might set those systems up to overthrow their governments as well, giving us the chance, again and again, to act as hero and help them back on their feet. And then they will turn from the resistance to us." "Phasma, how many soldiers would you suggest sending in?" "No more than 100, General. And we need about three days to gather weapons and false uniforms." She replied. "Do it in two." Hux ordered. "We will have the system by this time in three months." We all stood up to leave, but before I could file out with the others, Hux called out to me.  “Y/N.”

I turned back to him.   “Sir?”

Hus came close to me, inches away from my face. “You’re good.  Clever.  But disrespect me again,” he took my face in one of his hands, grasping my chin. “And there will be consequences.”

I refused to give in.  I put my hand on his wrist and tugged it from my face.  “I will work to be more respectful, sir.  Given you do the same.”

He looked at me, evaluatively.  “I believe we can have that mutual understanding.”