#no joke hux was about to bust it

[slashersgostabbystabstab]

Downtime

Hello Hux fans, I come with yet another Singularity offering ^^ This was meant to be a suggestive/smutty one but it went a whole other route towards the end. Maybe I just want so much fluff with Hux and I accidently go that route every time...

Anyways, hope you guys enjoy! I feel like this went in so many directions and I screwed it up a lot lmao. I'm off to write for his chapter series now!

Which btw a little context for this fic without spoiling too much(which you will see more of in this next chapter series): Reader is a friend of Gabriel's, they knew each other Pre-Entity and they were a robotics engineer. They didnt't create Hux but helped a co-worker with his former self (who is briefly referred to as 13). Reader has a prosthetic arm due to an accident they endured before coming into the Entity's realm. I think that should do?

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Hux, like any other robot, struggled to properly demonstrate any kind of emotion, or at least in his case he didn’t exactly care enough to display what he felt.  His nonchalance was something he definitely excelled at, and when he wasn’t being apathetic he would show his disapproval during a trial. Or when Gabriel’s name just so happened to escape your lips mid-conversation. Or even when your friend happened to be in the same realm as you, apparently no close proximity was even required for that. 

It felt so unfortunate just how impossible it basically was to coax out some kind of positive, or any non negative or uncaring, reaction from Hux. One who really knew what went on between the two of you behind curtains could disagree and say that the private moments you shared with the former cobot differed, but even then Hux was his typical unemotional self with a few short circuits every now and then.

Quite frequently you had the same thought circle through your mind…what was it that could possibly make a being like Hux squirm? 

And you currently pondered at the question as you sat on top of a closed crate beside the robot, somehow having convinced him to be seated on another despite how awkward the position felt for him. 

In your dominant hand you had a wrench, one that you used on Hux’s left arm that was held in your other hand. You were thankful his limb was light in weight, for you focused on tightening the locknut that connected his engine fuel line from his upper arm to the mechanical block near his projectile claw. Once you were done with that nut you set the wrench back inside the toolbox you found within the Huxlee Caracas III, taking a moment to examine Hux’s claw more closely. In spite of the several times you had gotten to embrace or even have the smallest of holds on Hux, you didn’t ever get the chance to properly inspect him like you did now. But you at least knew his every ins and outs, even if he had drastically changed his form.

“A hex socket screwdriver is required to fasten the hex button head screws.” Hux pointed out before you gave a slight chuckle.

“I know, I made sure to use that specific head for you.” you admired his three claws, attaching the screwdriver you took from your toolbox to one of Hux’s screws that had begun to loosen up. As “perfect” as Hux was, it seemed that the Entity momentarily slacked off with Hux’s condition. “I’m glad you kept the same kind of bolts, very smart of you in fact.”

You glanced up from Hux’s arm, somewhat hoping the tiny flattery made him budge even just a bit. But to your misfortune, he merely stared ahead into the emptiness of the room.

“Is this blood on your metal, or are you becoming a bit rusty?” you resumed your conversation after fixing the second screw, taking a moment to eye the brown-ish coloring coating his limb’s surface.

“Collecting genetic material and ridding this realm of its infinitesimal worms can not be completed without a mess. At least it is done fast.” Hux retrieved his claw from your hold to have it hover in front of his visor, admiring your simple work. “Vital fluid from J15L19 appears to stain my claw.”

Oh boy…here he goes.

“Well maybe if you weren’t so focused on targeting Gabriel who’s learning more and more about you every time, then maybe your body wouldn’t be coming apart so easily.” you posited as you stood up, very well knowing that Hux shot you what could be considered a glare. “Some powder or organic coating, and I don’t mean human, might do your claws some good. Though I honestly am not sure what to recommend for this metal I don’t understand yet.”

“This alien metal is too advanced for feeble Earth minds to understand.”

“Reminder that I wasn’t born on Earth, Huxlee. Cut me some slack at least.”

“You were born on Proxima Centauri A.” Hux added before a soft smile came upon your features, and you turned to him to see that his vexation seemed to have disappeared rather fast. “We are finished.” 

Of course you were, conversations tended to be quite short between the two of you if the topic at hand was not to Hux’s interest. Somehow you believed that karma had come back to bite you in the ass after the numerous times you unintentionally pushed Gabriel away when work got the best of you. 

So the moment you felt your smile begin to falter, you instantly stood from your spot before returning your screwdriver to its place inside the toolbox. You promptly closed the box and picked it up, soon turning on your heel to make your way towards the designated sleeping area where you typically left whatever belongings the Entity allowed you to keep. But before you were able to do that, something definitely seemed off. 

“Why are you leaving?”

Much to your surprise, you caught sight of Hux who remained sitting on his crate while he looked at you with as much puzzlement as a robot could display. 

“I thought we were done.”

“Negative.” Hux expressed with a twitch of his head, now observing as you returned to his location and stood before him. 

“So what’d I miss?”

Hux gave no response other than his head tilting to the side, watching you set down your toolbox before he finally lifted his singular claw. You felt the sharp weapon go around and behind you, gingerly pushing you towards his seated form until your face was mere inches away from his visor.

“Oh,” a quiet chuckle came from your lips that curved into a soft smile, meanwhile your hands reached up to take hold of his head. “I forgot.” 

How dare you forget his special treatment? The very same he received any time you left his presence?

“Don’t forget. Be better.” Hux’s red lights dimmed down almost as if he were shutting his eyes the moment your lips touched the middle of his visor, immediately lighting back up once you released him. Clearly much to his disappointment. 

“I thought you’d only want one.” you teased, now feeling his claw shove you further into his form. You propped your knee up onto the space between his legs, leaning your head to the side to then kiss the circular piece connected on the left of his visor. Once again your hands came upwards, but this time around your left held onto the machinery bit of his right arm. Meanwhile, your non-artificial hand was careful not to interact with the alien crystal on his left side, instead placing itself closer to what was his neck. “Are two enough?”

“Negative.”

You brought your body even closer to his before connecting your lips near his gaping mouth and then on the flesh near his neck, sliding your right hand down from his neck to his miniature monitor. But there was soon a surge of surprise in you when you felt Hux writhe and twitch intensely in your hold, forcing you to jump back and release him. Clearly that was a sensitive area.

“Shit, I’m sorry.” you began to remove your leg from the crate he sat on to create a proper space between the two of you, but you instantly felt as Hux’s claw pushed you back into him. “Hux?”

“Don’t. Leave.” He almost tried to intimidate you while your body was pressed against his form, practically forced onto him. This made you place your hands on his chest while being careful with his protruding machinery. “Proceed.”

The command had you rather stunned as you stared directly into Hux’s red orbs, unconsciously gripping onto the flesh of his chest as he gave a few more spasms. Slowly your hands glided over his skin, feeling every groove and vein they passed which you realized made the robot lean back as if to get comfortable. His head followed his actions as you touched the area leading up to his neck, giving a gentle squeeze which resulted in another spasm, this time from his leg.

After coming to the realms and learning of what had become of your precious 13, it really did stagger you to know that he had found a way to incorporate the sense of touch into his body. You had learned he had turned up every dial to the max, so his sensations were much stronger than any human's meaning that a pleasing feeling was ecstasy to him. And anytime there was a new sensation introduced to Hux that didn’t have him disapproving of it, he just wanted more and more of it. From what this situation looked like…you knew a simple kiss on the neck would have Hux regretting not letting you feel his body much sooner.

Had you perhaps finally found your long awaited answer?

Considering how your current position was already awkward enough, you made the choice to climb on top of the robot so that you were now straddling his lap. You removed your hands from his upper area, instead moving your prosthetic to the flesh bits that connected his torso to his leg. While that hand stroked that part of him, your other went to the fleshy webbing that encased his appliances meant to resemble a waist.

No sounds came from Hux other than the whirring of his body, but you could feel under your own figure that his twitching had become somewhat more powerful with each stroke of your fingers.

An awe and adoration overcame you as you noticed his visor’s lights dimming down once more, exhibiting his ability to feel every touch. That if he spoke in a more human-like manner, there would without a doubt be some kind of whimper coming from his system. Mainly with how you now removed your hand from his fleshy waist, receiving a sudden jolt from Hux who whipped his head in your direction. Quite peeved in fact. 

“Relax,” you breathed out before bringing your hand behind you to then place it over his right thigh, giving the synthetic skin a gentle squeeze before a caress followed after. “I’m not done with you just yet.”

The android made sure to watch your every move as you entangled your other hand’s fingers into his webbing again, making sure to hold every girthy strand in between your fingertips. You soothed every bit of his waist until trailing back up to his chest where his pec was now stroked again, resulting in you removing your hand from his thigh much to his disappointment yet again. At least what was what you hoped.

Feeling rather optimistic, you leaned your face towards his chest where you took notice of his miniature screen that read all sorts of binary code. It was already very difficult to decipher any of the phrases he was coding, but with every move you made on his body, the codes only wrote themselves faster as if trying to comprehend themselves. So you dared to plant your lips on his chest, making a trail up to his neck before you did the unthinkable as all cares flew out the window. You were too damn determined and roused by every reaction that came from Hux no matter how small they were; so you gave his skin a quick nip before sucking on one of the his veins that bulged out more than the rest. 

Hux’s lower body jerked up and into your own that very instant, making you slightly jump but eventually ease up with a sly grin before you buried your face back into the crook of his neck.

“Is that to your liking, Huxlee?”

As your smile firmly remained on your features, Hux once again lacked any kind of reaction. Normally this would have had you disappointed, but this mode of silence had you beaming with pride. Especially with a new beeping that sounded from Hux’s chest screen that was quite reminiscent of a fast beating heart, so you pulled yourself away from him to take a peek at it. Yet another plethora of ones and zeros were drawn over his screen, lines coming in swift waves while you directed your attention to Hux’s visor. 

“Should I stop?” you teased the android who now looked like he just got out of his sleep mode. And he clearly did not appreciate you detaching your hands from his body the moment it happened. “Maybe I should head off?”

“Stop squabbling.” Hux finally responded, encouraging you to press your chest against his again. 

Right away did you wrap yourself around him, making sure to let your hands wander over the surface of his back. Somehow you had a hunch about the flesh surrounding the mechanical parts of Hux’s back, predicting that those specific areas would have a higher sensitivity. And it seemed that your predictions were accurate with how Hux reacted when you paid special attention to those locations.

He practically threw himself against you, twitching his head that you could say was buried in the crook of your neck. 

Now you adjusted your legs so that they wrapped around Hux’s trembling body, ankles hooked together while your fingers played with a particular tube on his back. Your fingertips followed the strand from one end to the other until reaching a definite spot where it impaled into Hux’s flesh. You brushed your fingers against that very spot before actually caressing it, feeling his twitching intensify while his projectile limb held you close against him.

In spite of all the quivering, Hux felt completely limp against your body. The feeling of awe never left you, merely increasing with every passing second that Hux seemed to glitch. Oh how you wondered what kind of squabbling sounds would escape his voice box had he possessed the ability to communicate more than just words. 

“Huxlee,” you whispered as one of your hands snaked its way up to Hux’s head to caress his damaged skin. Your lips grazed against its side before returning to his neck where you couldn’t help but tease with your hot breaths. And you soon elicited a powerful twitch from him the moment you kissed and nibbled on his neck right after you let out a tender whisper. “My lucky star.”

Amidst all his trembling, Hux looked straight into your eyes with every sensor on his visor. It was clear that his system was acting up with how overwhelmed he had become in such a short time span. What was not present to your eyes were the various codes swimming in his vision, lines of him attempting to recalculate and fathom every sensation he was feeling. Yes he had experienced his fair share of unpleasant feelings, such as when one of the worms managed to stun him with a pallet when he wasn’t in Overclock Mode or when J15L19 dared burn him. But…everything you provided made up for every single one of those moments of inflicted discomfort. You were blind to the new fuzziness in Hux’s sensors as he now tried to analyze your smile, your eyes, anything to ground himself and come to terms that he was still in the colony ship. However…your voice…the satisfying sound of your voice proved to be both relieving and torturous as you spoke to him.

 “Hux?” you finally voiced, scratching the back of the robot’s head once you took notice of his wandering mind. With your palm pressed against the now still surface that was his cheek, you made him focus on you as you beamed at him but now spoke sincerely. “I can stop if you need me to, I know it can be too much.”

“You won’t do such things.” Hux expressed with his head deepening into your palm, sensors once again powering down into a sort of sleep mode as his hold on you tightened once more, if it was even possible to hold you any tighter. “It’s really annoying when you continue squabbling.”

“Then maybe I should do this instead,” you resumed your affections by planting yet another kiss on his visor’s middle area, prompting a shudder from his head that nearly bumped into your nose. “Hey! Watch it.”

“How do you do it.”

“Do what?” you cooed with a tilt of your head, removing your hands from his head to let your arms hang loosely over his shoulders. 

“Create complications in my design.” Hux enunciated without hesitation, only proving his point when you soothed his back once more. It was then that you felt him hold you, not just hug your body, but hold you as he began to lean forwards until you were dipped  and hovering over the floor.

“What are you doing?” your giggling rang in his visor’s microphones while you made sure to hold onto him securely so as to not fall. It was then that you noticed his lights back on and shining on your complexion with how close he was to your face. With his machine parts and your prosthetic, you were basically magnets attracting each other every time. 

“This is better.” Of course when he had any kind of leverage over you was when he was actually content. “Finish what you began.”

“I fear that if I do, you’ll either drop me on my head or crush me with that arm of yours.” 

“Don’t tempt me.” Hux placed his visor against your forehead as you giggled again. 

“And what’ll you do if I don’t do as you say?” you held onto the robot with your prosthetic, this thankfully strong enough to hold you while you used your other hand to hold his face one last time. 

“I will make you succumb.” He practically threatened, but you knew no kind of harm would be brought upon you. And so, you grinned from ear to ear before giving his cheek yet another kiss:much to his satisfaction.

[moonandstarlightsposts]

Коханий Місяць

Happy birthday, Moon! Today, you're a special girl on her special day! Well, you're always a special girl but today, you're EXTRA SPECIAL!😍

So this my birthday present and uh, writing this makes me realise that I ain't as slick as I thought I am😅 but I hope you'll enjoy it either way. 

(Also, pardon the title. I had to use Google Translate T.T)

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His family and friends never realised it but Hudson is as observant as he is anxious underneath his DJ persona.

When you’re on the microphone, you’ll have the audience's attention. But the battle that comes with it? Holding it. Because when you’re under the spotlight, it’s your job to entertain the mass - gauge their reactions, understand what they want and don a personality that eases them. Perhaps that’s why despite his introverted nature, his classmates and parents never stop praising him for his showman persona. 

“Damn, Hudson! I didn’t know you were such a funny guy! I busted a gut laughing at your jokes when you hosted that Energetic club.”

“Serves you right for underestimating Hudson, Jackson. Why do you think he’s the poster boy for D.A.M.N?”

“Give me a break! Hudson’s so quiet sometimes; I didn’t know he was the DJ that y’all were talking about.” 

“Even a guy like him needs downtime. Isn’t that right, Hudson? Yeah, see? Anyway, are any of you losers going to that Vampire Prince’s party?” 

“Isn’t that exclusive for his and his partner’s friends?” 

“I mean yeah, but Hudson shared the same classes with his partner when they were an Electro Energetic. He can totally invite us along too.”

“Could you, Hudson?”

And that’s the downside when you’re under the spotlight. The ‘fame’ that comes with the package. The pressure and anxiety that Hudson has to deal with as he navigates through uncomfortable social circumstances never fail to leave him exhausted and weary at the end of the day. While Hudson appreciates his friends and classmates, he wishes that they wouldn’t try to use him to get into special events like the party. For goodness sake, he only said hi to that Electro Energetic once! 

(Hudson remembered they were a Latent Humanborn. Unsure and a little bit intimidated the first time they step inside their class. Something in Hudson compelled him to greet them in hopes they would feel a bit better.)

His ‘popularity’ and career aside, Hudson mostly keeps his head down; hoping to graduate with full honours and with little drama as possible. Make his family proud. Maybe even… experience one of those cliché romance tropes too. 

Hey, a guy can dream, can’t he?

So it’s with that mindset Hudson decided to just… wander around Dahlia for a while after his classes ended for the day. A few of his friends invited him to watch the cheerleaders at the Earth Elemental practice but he just shook his head. 

“I’ll pass. Send my regards to Hux and Xavier though.” 

His friends let him go easy enough and Hudson went on his mini adventure. The streets of Dahlia paint a familiar scene as soon as he steps out of the bus. Empowered and Unempowered folks mingle about, busy with their day. Standing amongst the crowd, the aimless Hudson allows the rushing passerby to direct his journey. Hoping to come across something new within the city. The sights and excited chatters of strangers carry him to a lot that Hudson has never seen before. There’s something new and exciting in Dahlia and Hudson could kick himself for his ignorance. 

A cat café. Hudson was a lost man before, but now? Now he has found his sanctuary!

The building nestles between a pet store and a veterinary clinic. Very appropriate that Hudson couldn’t stop the glee building in his chest. He could already spot a sassy-looking Calico basking near the large window. He watches the cat yawn and Hudson immediately zooms inside with speed that would give a Vampire a run for their money. 

“Hello, cutie! Where have you been all my life!? Oh god, you’re so fluffy and soft!” Hudson coos as he scratches the Calico’s neck. The man honest to god squeals when the cat purrs as loud as a motorboat, leaning into his warm palm. It’s only when it tucks itself for a nap did Hudson reluctantly backs away to survey the café.

The warm, earthly interior tone reminds Hudson of his parents’ summer cabin. Sturdy wooden walls with pieces of friendly artwork on them. There’s a study area on the left; jars of candies line up beside a row of electrical outlets so customers can charge their laptops. A plush-looking sofa, two couches and a spinning armchair are provided in the lounge to unwind. Entrances to the bathrooms for both humans and felines can be seen peeking at the far end of the building. The speakers above him softly croon gentle R&B beats. All in all, it’s a pretty cosy place; perfect for studying or playing with kitties. Both for the ultimate experience! 

An assistant notices Hudson hovering over the rules and regulations of the café. He slides in to help the Energetic settle in with some food and coffee. As soon as Hudson rests on the armchair, however, a pale orange marmalade cat scampers over and immediately loafs over his lap. Hudson had to apologise to the other customer over the kettle-like shriek that escaped his mouth. And when a poofy black cat perches over his chair, Hudson could’ve swooned. 

“This is it. I can die happy now.” Hudson sobs and buried his face into the purring bread on his lap. All is right in his world. 

“Castiel! Stop claiming every new man that comes in. I raise you better than this” A voice startles Hudson from his reverie and he immediately pulls his face up. 

Hudson’s breaths were stolen from him as the most gorgeous young woman he has ever laid his eye upon hurries over to the lounge. Her expression is apologetic and Hudson has to internally stomps down the urge to comfort her. The other cats who were sprawling on the couches and warm floor barely pay them any attention.

“Sorry about him,” The woman continues, oblivious to Hudson’s primal brain switching to SIMP MODE. “He’s super friendly but has a bit of an attitude. A dangerous combination. He’s been going around greeting new customers by sitting on their lap.” 

The cat in question chirps in confirmation and snuggles deeper into Hudson. The picture of indolent. It takes an embarrassing while for Hudson to reboot and reply, “No, no; it’s cool! Um, h-he’s quite a distinguish boy. Castiel, right?” 

The woman is Unempowered - Hudson can’t see her Aura - yet her chuckles are magical. Like music to his ears. “That he is! Bad news though? He knows it so he expects people to spoil him.”

“O-Oh. Does the café allow customers to bring their pets?” Hudson asks, anything to keep the conversation going. 

“Oh yeah. As long as your cat is well-behaved and collared. Cats need to socialise too, you know. And since mine doesn’t seem to be getting up anytime soon, is it alright if I hang out around here?” 

“Of course! I’d love, uh, I mean - it wouldn’t bother me.” 

Hudson’s heart skips a beat when the woman smiles widely and thanked him. She makes herself comfortable on the couch, between a Sphynx and a Persian, and runs her fingers through the latter. The two exchange names before diving into polite conversations. Hudson shares his life as a university student, entertaining her with stories about mundane shenanigans with his friends while keeping Covert in mind. In return, she talks about how she and her family often travels around until they settled in Dahlia a year ago. The cat café quickly became one of her favourite spots in the city. 

It’s nice. Being able to talk to someone without any expectations weighing on him. Hudson can’t point his fingers at why he feels so at ease with this woman. Time slips by the longer they chatted. But not wanting the unknown chemistry to sizzle out, Hudson shyly asks if she would like to have lunch with him after Castiel hops off to chase after a few cats playing in the corner. 

“The shop is actually across the street,” Hudson explains, not wanting her to think that he has any ill intentions or anything. He continues to fluster when he realises that she’s smiling fondly at him. “It’s a simple sandwich shop. U-Um, are you alright with it?”

“Fine with me, handsome - ” Hudson squeaks like an excited hamster. “ - you can recommend what’s good.” 

There’s no way this woman doesn’t have any magic. It just doesn’t make sense how easily she sweeps him away! His eyes take in her every detail - intensely and obsessively; never missing one thing that she did. From how cute she scrunches up when the sandwich’s sauce smeared the tip of her nose to her deadpan stare when screaming children are left unattended by their parents, Hudson is able to read her like an open book. Is this what’s like falling in love? Is Hudson falling too fast? His head spins because he never felt anything like this before! 

God, it feels like his heart is in this woman’s hands and it both excites and scared him. And this is only their first meeting! 

And when evening is fast approaching, Hudson could faint right there and then when she passes her number on his napkin and winks. 

“I had fun today, Hudson. Don’t be a stranger now, OK?” She sweetly bids him goodbye. Inside the pet carrier, Castiel meows Hudson in acknowledgement and off the pair went. Hudson returns home in a daze, and his parents' curious eyes follow him all the way to his bedroom.

As he lies on his bed, it’s strange, but he can’t stop thinking about the woman from the cat café. His new friend/crush. An absolute cutie who rolled the dice and gained maxed points on charms. His face flushes just thinking about her now! Hudson rolled to his side and pressed close to the pillow; both scared and excited about these emotions bubbling inside him.  

The full moon outside of his window watches Hudson struggles to sleep that night, that woman’s beautiful smile eventually follows him into his dreams. 

Time passes on quickly after that. 

Despite how Hudson craves her daily, both were just too busy with their lives that they could only hang out once a month. So he treasures every second that he’s with her; be it on the phone, sharing ridiculous memes until late in the evening or those rare instances that their plans align and the two could meet in the city. 

And when they meet up, Hudson learns something new about her. And he falls hopelessly harder for her every single time. 

Her dual-coloured hair - platinum blonde and fairly golden - mesmerised him when she jogged from the bus stop. His fingers itched to run them through her bouncing curls as they had lunch. 

“Hudson? You alright?”

“W-What? Oh shit, I’m sorry. I… I didn’t mean to stare. You just, um, have really nice hair.” 

“Aww, you’re very sweet, Hudson. Actually, can you look left for a sec?”

“Yeah sure, but what are you - sjcnaskjbf.” 

“Hmm, you’re also very cute Hudson. You know that?”

Poor Hudson could only squeak helplessly as she teases him after that innocent kiss. It was a good day for everyone involved. 

When they meet up the month after, she invites him to her farmhouse and Hudson was delighted to be introduced to her animals. The barn cats eagerly weave through his legs the moment the front door swings open. Castiel is among them, chirping in greeting before dashing towards the potato garden to make a mess out of it. Sometimes Hudson envies the life of a cat. But when his crush brings him to her bedroom so she could teach him how to play Valorant together, all he could think about is how he wants this. A friend that he vibes with so well and a lover that he could imagine spending the rest of his life with. 

And it’s when the moon is about to make her appearance in the evening, Hudson finds out how greedy of a man he is when it comes to this woman. How he wants more of her time - her wicked grins when the two of them won a match, her patience when his anxiety suddenly becomes too much and her hugs that ground him from the world. 

So really, it didn’t take long for Hudson to prepare an unforgettable day for the two of them when a new month comes along. A quick breakfast at the cat café, a tour around Dahlia on foot and when evening falls and they enjoyed a fun dinner, Hudson confesses with his heart pounding against his ribcage. 

“I-I like you! I like you very much!” The words came out like a flood but they came straight from his heart. A little cheesy but for the first time in his life, Hudson wants to be honest with someone and in return, with himself. Wants to package everything he’s feeling right now into a box and hands it to this beautiful woman. “I’m so grateful that Castiel jumped on my lap because I got to meet you and I… I fell in love with the moment you smiled at me. You, um, have a pretty smile! I love your smile and I love you.” 

Hudson never knew anxiety like this before; romantic confessions are a lot harder than what the movies show. The wait is maddening but a soft kiss on his lips chases away the jumbled thoughts and Hudson melts when giddiness envelops him. And when his friend - girlfriend too! - slowly pulls away, her eyes glazed with love and happiness. 

“No fair, Hudson. You beat me to it. Naughty boy…” She says lowly, smirking when it earned a whimper from Hudson.

The second time they kiss - after her own confession - she’s the one who initiated it and Hudson gives himself completely to her. The woman who lights up his world once every full moon. 

“Thank you for coming into my life, Moonlight.” 

[trooperst-3v3]

Continuing my quest to convince Hux of the existence of fake stormtroopers. Was working on my slime gun, when I realized that "Slime Troopers" is basically the plot of Ghostbusters II. Not sure if Ben Solo would be okay if he found out about the joke or find it...off-putting.

Should be fine, right? Can you even bust a Force ghost?

[powerfultenderness]

Thunder Thighs Ch.2

[Chapter 1][Chapter 3]

Title: Thunder Thighs Ch.2

Rating: T

Pairing: Hux/Reader.

Chapter Summary: As the search for “Thunder Thighs” continues, you are transferred. 

Word count: 1903

Warnings: Canon typical violence. 

Notes: WIP. Not completed. 2nd POV. Female reader. Physical characteristics: nothing more detailed than “relatively average sized”.

[Thunder Thighs Chapter list] [Masterlist]

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The next morning you made sure your appearance was perfect. Your bloodied face had been cleaned up by a medical droid in the training room and the swelling was gone by the morning. You even wore a perfect layer of concealer under a perfectly matched foundation, steps you didn’t normally take. Not a strand of hair was loose and you chose to wear the uniform that consisted of a skirt instead of slacks. Again, normally you’d choose the slacks, as the required footwear was boots not heels, but if they were looking for females with good fighting abilities, they’d likely look over those who dressed more like secretaries.

You arrived at your station ten minutes early. Ten minutes was enough time to be early, but not so early that it looked suspicious. Looks like everything was-

Your lieutenant barking your name suddenly made you flinch. Oh kriff. This was it, they caught you. He glanced at you, almost dismissively, “What is your fighting experience?”

“Basic training and drills, sir. I’ve yet to see actual combat.” You felt yourself blush as you admitted the last. 

He nodded and marked something down on a holopad. “Adis has been given a new assignment, you’ll be taking her place in assisting General Hux today. He has a meeting on Jandia, I’ve sent your reassignment and Hux’s schedule to your holopad. You leave in half an hour. Report to Adis, she’ll give you any additional information you may need and escort you to Hux’s office.” 

“Yes sir.” 

Whew. 

You were quick to find Adis, really she was already waiting for you. “This will be both an easy and difficult assignment.” She greeted as she started to lead you to your new assignment. “Your first job is to take detailed notes, are you proficient in shorthand?” 

“Yes ma’am.” 

“Good. The general hardly needs to be reminded of the events of the day, but he expects a daily report regardless. Your other job is to simply do as he demands. I’ve added a few notes for you on the schedule that the lieutenant sent you. I suggest you read through that while you wait for Hux to board the shuttle. Any questions?” 

You were about to shake your head but paused, “Actually, why the reassignment?” 

She grinned, excited about something. “Did you hear about the illegal fighting ring that Hux and Phasma busted last night?” 

Your stomach dropped despite the faux shock on your face, “No. But if they busted it, what’s the problem?”

“One of the fighters got away. A female fighter good enough to rip off the arm of an enforcer droid. I’m part of the investigation team to find her. The women in our squad were cleared first since we work with Hux on a regular basis. That’s why you’re taking my place.” 

“Ooh. So when Lowsyk asked about my fighting experience? No wonder he looked like he wanted to scoff at me.”

She nodded and gave you a sympathetic half smile. “Yea, according to your file, you’re about the approximate height of the fighter, but, well no offense, you don’t exactly look like a fighter that can take out an enforcer droid.” 

Oh stars! They considered you for only a second before dismissing the idea entirely! Maybe the skirt really was a good idea! “No, no offense taken. Yea, I mean, I haven’t even seen combat before.” You pouted outwardly while trying to keep your relief in check. 

“Trust me, that isn’t something to be sad about. You’ll see it before the war ends.”

“Oh! Why did you say this would be a difficult assignment?” 

Adis paused her steady steps and shot you a worried glance. “Whatever you do, don’t show fear or nervousness around Hux. He doesn’t like meek soldiers and his assistants are no exception.”

You nodded and gave a thumbs up and a grin, “No fear, got it.” 

Thinking your grin was a little bit of sarcasm, she shook her head and paused in front of a door and silently gestured to you to be quiet before hitting the communication panel. The lock blinked green and she walked in, you a step behind her. 

The two of you saluted General Hux, who was sitting behind a desk looking over a holopad. Adis then introduced you, telling him you were her replacement. He nodded, “You’re dismissed, Adis.” 

Once Adis left, Hux told you to take a seat so you could go over the schedule. You were still so elated that you managed to escape being caught that as you read through Hux’s schedule and the notes that Adis left you, you couldn’t help but smile.

“Is there something in the schedule that amuses you, petty officer?” 

You looked up from your holopad and blinked at Hux, “Amusing? No sir…?” 

“Then what are you smiling at?” 

The way he was glaring at you made your hand fly up to cover your mouth. He probably thought you were slacking off! “Nothing, sir! It’s just my face.” 

“...Your face?”

You nodded and lowered your hand, “Yes, sir. The others in my division say I have “resting happy face.” 

“Well drop it.” 

“Yes sir.” 

You purse your lips together in an attempt to keep from smiling, your brows furrowed as you concentrated on trying to keep a neutral face and your eyes were squinting as you looked back down at your holopad.

“Now you just look ridiculous.” 

“Sorry, sir!” You peeped out with a frown, slightly demoralized and slightly concerned that Hux was going to replace you.

“That’s better.” 

Oh great! Now to keep up an ambivalent disposition! You didn’t say anything as you went back to studying the schedule, though at one point you did catch yourself smiling again. Either Hux hadn’t noticed or he simply accepted that his new assistant just sometimes looked like a grinning fool. Hopefully you’d have it in check when you attended the meetings. 

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The trip to Jandia was about as eventful as you expected: that is, not at all. You walked a few paces behind the Stormtroopers that were guarding Hux, he had four troopers flanking him and one that followed you. Overkill if you ever saw it.

By the time the evening meal rolled around even your usually high spirits were dampened. Who knew assisting General Hux of First Order High Command, one of the most powerful men in the entire galaxy, could be so...boring? At this point you’d welcome a fight with another enforcer droid, even without a winning purse!

Hux didn’t have to tell you that you were leaving after the evening meal, perhaps the best thing about visiting a planet like this was the food, so you ate quickly and started to finish up the report you’d been writing whenever you had a free moment. When word that the shuttle was ready to take him back to the Finalizer and Hux started to leave, you quickly tucked your holopad into an inside jacket pocket and followed his escort.

Your hosts bid him a shaky farewell, to which he only nodded once. Considering how much sovereignty they were maintaining over Jandia, though technically now the planet was part of the First Order, you expected them to be a little more...relieved? No longer so jittery at least.

“How odd.” You muttered once the doors closed behind the last trooper.

“Indeed. High alert.” Hux commanded the Stormtroopers, who changed formation to allow you into the inner circle with Hux.

You frowned and opened your mouth, about to question whether the Jandians would actually betray the First Order, when specialized blaster fire shot down two Stormtroopers, the point man and the man who took up the tail. You and Hux both dropped lower, behind the remaining troopers. 

‘He’s too tall.’ You thought as another round of fire shot over head, barely missing Hux. Why were the assigned troopers a good three inches shorter than him? 

“Get the general to the shuttle!” The commander, the new point man, shouted to the other two as he dropped to one knee and started firing at what you hoped was the assailant. 

You were quick to follow the troopers and Hux, trying to angle your body so that the troopers were shielding you too, even though you knew if it came down to it, they’d let you die in a second if it meant leaving Hux’s side. Not that you blamed them, you would too if you were a Stormtrooper. 

The door to the shuttle opened and Hux ran in, the troopers behind him and you squeezing in next to them. You glanced behind you to look for the commander, but he was laying still on the ground outside. The doors closed and you turned, only to find the barrel of a blaster aimed at you. 

The last two troopers were standing in front of Hux, blasters moving from target to target, but they were outgunned no matter which way they pointed. The dead troopers outside were evidence that these people had armor piercing blasters and- 

“Kill them.” A laconic voice from somewhere in the shuttle said just before the troopers dropped to the floor from blaster fire. 

You screamed and pressed your back against the doors, but they didn’t budge. Hux remained passive, only moving as the bodies of his would be bodyguards jostled him as they fell.

“What, nothing to say, general?” That same voice sneered as his men moved aside so he could step in front of Hux.

He was nearly as tall as Hux, you could only guess by the color of his eyebrows that his hair would have been dark if he weren’t bald, and there was a giant scar running diagonally across his face. 

“You’ll pay for this.” Hux responded as he glared at the other man.

“No, I’m getting paid for this.” The man sniggered at his own joke. “Blasters and comlinks, drop ‘em.” 

You considered pretending that you didn’t have one while Hux unholstered his blaster, but thought better and dropped yours too. The man then motioned Hux forward and shoved him toward the benches that lined the side of the shuttle, where Stormtroopers would normally sit.

You were quick to follow, sitting next to Hux and crossing your arms over your midsection in a subtle attempt to conceal every trace of the outline of your holopad. If you kept the holopad hidden, the Finalizer could track it and send a rescue team. 

The scarred man started shouting orders and he was careful to omit names, either of his subordinates or where their destination was. Your attention was drawn from the captain as you felt Hux’s knee bump into yours and he rested his elbow uncomfortably close in front of you.

‘Geez, what a time to man spread.’ You wanted to roll your eyes, but once you followed where Hux was staring you realized what he was doing. One of the mercenaries had been staring at you, for whatever reason, and the longer you were in direct line of sight of him, the higher the chance they’d see your holopad. The way Hux was practically covering your side, there was no way to see the holopad. 

Oh. Hux realized the importance of keeping your holopad hidden too. Of course he did. You glanced at him, his eyes met yours, and you don’t know why, but you felt like you’d get out of this alive. 

[wonderfulworldofmichaelford]

Psycho Analysis: General Hux

(WARNING! This analysis contains SPOILERS!)

Oh boy.

I think that Hux is a character who, more than anything, is emblematic of every single problem the prequel trilogy had. He had a great setup and first appearance, followed by one where he was just made a complete ass of, and then finally haphazardly thrown into a story where his entire character was betrayed for no apparent reason other than the writers just seemed to forget what the hell they were gonna do with him.

Motivation/Goals: This is where Hux really falls apart, and why he utterly fails as a villain. Ostensibly, Hux should be the loyal space military man we’ve seen done well before in characters like Tarkin. It’s a simple character type we’ve seen a lot in the franchise, but it’s tried and true. And to his credit, he seems to follow that in The Force Awakens, where he is actually set up extremely well, as most things in that movie were.

But then came The Last Jedi. This film marked the bumpy slide downward for the sequel trilogy, but Hux had smooth sailing all the way into the pit. In this film, he is treated less like the high-ranking official e is, and more like a complete and utter JOKE. He gets dragged across the floor and just belittled by his superiors at every turn, and by the film’s end it is abundantly clear he hates Kylo Ren. So this is going to set up some awesome internal power struggle in the First Order, right? WRONG. All that ends up happening is there are a few scenes where Hux looks pissy at Kylo, then it’s revealed he’s betraying the First Order to the rebels because he hates Kylo Ren that much, and then he is unceremoniously blasted away in the very next scene.

Literally nothing about his betrayal makes any sense because if nothing else, Hux has been established as loyal to the First Order. Much like everything in The Rise of Skywalker, they might have been able to pull this off if they bothered to explain anything, but his pouty, whiny little bitch-boy response of “I don’t care who wins, I just want Kylo Ren to LOSE!” is such an utterly demeaning and pathetic excuse that it just tanks his entire character and makes it a relief when he is blasted away.

Performance: Domhnall Gleeson is a good actor, and at least in The Force Awakens he’s really giving it his all, bringing a terrifying intensity to that scene where he gives a speech to the gathered First Order before Starkiller Base is activated. But after that first film, his performance just feels… almost phoned in. Hux is just a very dull, worthless character after that.

Final Fate: Hux’s death is fitting, seeing as he is a cowardly bastard with no dignity whatsoever; Pryde just immediately executes him on the spot without a second thought a single scene after Hux has revealed he is the mole in the First Order. It honestly saved the Resistance the trouble, because there’s no doubt Hux would be executed for war crimes after the war was over anyway. Kinda makes you wonder what the point of him being a mole was in the first place, to be honest.

Oh, right, there was no point.

Best Scene: The solitary moment where Hux manages to achieve greatness is during his terrifying Nazi-esque First Order speech in The Force Awakens as he revs up the Starkiller Base to blow up the Hosnian system. In fact, Hux really is only as bad as I think he is as a character because not a single film afterwards even attempts to try and emulate or match how Hux is portrayed in this scene. If they had ran with this characterization, we could have had someone on the level of Tarkin, Pryde, or Krennic instead of the idiotic slapstick punching bag who gets crapped on by his superiors every scene.

Best Quote: Just turn the subtitles on for his speech up there, that’s his unironic best quote. In an ironic sense, his petulant, whiny little reasoning for betraying literally everything he stands for despite being an unrepentant war criminal who would be executed at war’s end is hilarious for how absolutely stupid, awful, and juvenile it is: “I don't care if you win. I need Kylo Ren to lose!”

Final Thoughts & Score: Hux is, without a doubt, one of the worst villains ever, and unlike Palpatine he doesn’t have much to fall back on. Yes, Domhnall Gleeson is a good actor, but he is no Ian McDiarmid, that’s for sure, and he is entirely unable to salvage the character when things go south. It doesn’t help that, unlike Palpatine, who has three or four movies under his belt where he was hilarious and awesome as well as several other appearances in stuff like the animated shows or that one Kinect game where he straight up gets off his throne and busts a move (which is totally canon, I promise), Hux really just has three films where he just steadily gets worse as the series progresses, culminating in a third appearance that just cements him as one of the most dumbass characters conceived for this franchise.

It’s really baffling to think what they were trying to do with him. They set him up as a really cool and threatening military villain in the first film, then have him survive unlike his betters Tarkin and Krennic, and then just spend an entire film treating him like a complete and utter joke only to have him, in his final film, pull an utterly nonsensical and counterintuitive betrayal out of his ass that completely spits in the face of everything that was established about the guy up until that point. A 1/10 almost seems too nice for him, but let me tell you something: a 1 isn’t merely for a villain who sucks, that’s what 2 is for. 

No, a 1 is a villain who has utterly botched potential AND ALSO sucks. Malekith could have been cool, as his comic counterpart shows, but they squandered him; Dudepeel could have been an awesome cinematic Deadpool as the Ryan Reynolds performance earlier in the film showed, but the character was intentionally sabotaged; Rowan from Ghostbusters could have been an actual fun and funny villain while still being a jab at whiny entitled dudebros if the writing was any better; and Hux could have been a cool and threatening military villain if they didn’t just turn him into an utter joke and then totally mischaracterize him for no good reason. It really just is a fact that everyone who went in to The Rise of Skywalker came out infinitely worse; maybe I should be glad that Phasma was killed in The Last Jedi, because instead of being disappointing wasted potential she could have ended up like Hux.

But hey, while we’re here, let’s talk about the character in The Rise of Skywalker who is Hux done right:

Psycho Analysis: Allegiant General Enric Pryde

He’s ruthless. He’s efficient. He sees through lies and he gets things done. Enric Pryde is an utter badass and the exact sort of evil military commander Star Wars deserves as a villain.

Motivation/Goals: The Rise of Skywalker keeps things really vague since it is a film incapable of expanding on any idea, no matter how good it is, in a satisfying way, but what we do get is that Pryde is as loyal as they come, having served the Empire back in the day under Palpatine. He is just here to execute the will of the First Order and then the Final Order, no matter what, be it under Kylo Ren or Palpatine. Sweet, simple, effective, and never once betrayed by the story. Take that, Hux!

Performance: Richard E. Grant portrays Pryde, and he is just completely and utterly dead serious. There’s no jokes at his expense, nothing to mock, he is completely and utterly committed to his evil actions. I really don’t think I could possibly say it better than TVTropes did:

Final Fate: Of course, he gets blown up when that whole random CGI fleet that showed up with Lando comes in. Characters either went into The Rise of Skywalker and came out crappy or they died. There’s really no in between.

Best Scene: When he kills Hux, of course! It’s just a perfect showcase of his character, and it rids us of one of the sequel trilogy’s biggest embarrassments.

Final Thoughts & Score: Pryde is not the most deep or complex villain, nor is he utilized to his fullest potential; his past with Palpatine is largely unexplored, and he was just created for this movie, meaning he had absolutely no buildup whatsoever. Despite all that, though, he still manages to be cooler, more efficient, and more ruthless than any other villain in the whole sequel trilogy. He’s got limited screentime, was made entirely for this film, and is pretty much the bare minimum for what a great evil general should be in the franchise, but Richard E. Grant’s stoic and dead serious performance combined with the character’s crowning achievement – killing Hux – makes him a 7/10 in my book. 

The sad thing is that he’s probably the best major antagonist in the sequel trilogy, which is frankly kind of pathetic. And even more sad is how utterly he outdoes Hux, simply by being what Hux should have been all along and what The Force Awakens was clearly building him up as. 

[aliypop]

From Now On

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Wordcount: 2,080

A/N: This went completely different than I had it mind, but this is a mega fix it fic with a rollercoaster of emotions, also Ben and Hux need love and yeah! 

Summary: When fixing the Falcon Yela solo finds a familiar force onboard leading her towards the happier things in life. 

Warning: Angst 

"What do you think you're doing.." Yela asked hearing the thoughts of her enemy her head was under the control pannel fixing it, "This is a hunk of junk," she mumbled to herself, the figure that had been sitting there watching her leaned under to help, 

"Get away from me," she raised her hand to push him away from her, Kylo was slightly tossed across the Falcon, while her saber flew into her hand ready to fight him again if she had to, his mask covered his face as he backed away from her, the two were still on Starkiller base, and from the looks of it he was already wounded,

"You have to trust me!"  

"This is a set up.." she thought to herself, but there was something different about him this time, he didn't feel like Kylo but more like, 

PEW

"We've got company.."  Yela said seeing the Knights of Ren outside,

"Did you think dad  gave you his only blaster.,"  he said shooting at them with his back turned towards her, taking his mask off as he looked at her, he looked like Ben, but she was still skeptical of him, his eyes seemed tired all of him did really but from the blood on his face made her worried even more, 

"When you were 6, you wanted to be a Jedi like uncle Luke.." he said hoping she'd look at him, "Everyone knows that Kylo," she rolled her eye's, her lightsaber in her hand, a glow of green across her face she then saw a blue hue coming from beside her, 

" Where did you get it!" both Yela and Kyo said looking at each other with a glare,  the knights getting closer,  Yela was already closed in by a few and so was Kylo,  blocking a strike from one of the knights with her lightsaber she felt the rush of what she had been missing, the thing that made her family the way they were a good fight, twirling her saber around  she plunged it into another knight using the force to knock down the others, looking over she saw that Kylo was in danger one wrong move and he might have been dead, 

PEW!

Yela laid there breathing hard, her eyes fluttered, eventually closing as her chest began falling slowly and rising, 

"You're just an annoying Moof milker!" 

"Am not!" 

" If you two wake up your uncle Rylan I'll never hear the end of it.." Luke said looking at his niece and nephew, Yela  had been secretly training with her brother Ben on Tatooine when she was supposed to be on Naboo with her grandmother Celfra learning the principles of politics,  

"Now get back to meditating you two," he smiled walking  off, "And remember it's all about the balance of things, or is nature.. is that what Yoda said?" he began mumbling to himself, 

"You're supposed to keep your eyes closed idiot," Ben shouted, 

"What's going on out there?" 

Racing towards the infirmary was Alana, Leia, and Han, laying on one of the many beds were Yela and next to her was "Ben," Han looked at him, "is it really you," he asked as all 3 of his parents began to walk towards him with caution, Ben was nervous already standing there awkwardly as he used to when he was a little boy,

"Yeah, it's me.." 

Alana ran to him as she hugged him tightly, "I knew you'd come they didn't, but I did," she joked, her somewhat youthful features vibrant on her face, still gentle as he remembered her to be,  Leia, on the other hand, couldn't believe that her beautiful baby boy had returned to her and neither could Han, 

"Mom... Ma.." he blushed hugging them back,  

"Where am I.," Yela asked waking up seeing her parents hugging Kylo, " He's danger-" 

"You annoying Moof Milker.." Ben laughed roughing up her hair, 

"It's true.." she hugged him tightly, " I got my brother back!" she then punched him hard, "What was that for?!" he asked her, "Force chocking me! you nerf herder who farlked every-" 

"Language... " Han glared at her, 

PEW! ...  PEW! ... PEW! 

"Ben! " Yela shouted Chewie by her side as AL-1 beeped by the two were in a smuggle bust except it wasn't exactly a material they were smuggling "Hux... we're going to find you.." Yela thought hearing Ben snickering, 

"Get out of my thoughts .. droid sniffer.," raising a fist at him, 

"You like Armitage, does Ma know about this.. " he began picking her brain the two now running from bounty hunters, "No, and mom doesn't know about it either or dad.." she huffed shooting at them again, 

"RAARRA!" 

"We know!" 

 PEW! 

PEW!

PEW!

Hux sat in the cell alone with his thoughts like he usually did when no one was around, there wasn't Kylo though he was probably dead by now, and he didn't want to think it but so was Yela probably, he was already worried about her since the days they met and even when he would report to her office he could never forget how sweaty his palms would be, how he'd stutter around her, how weak he became when he heard her say his name, 

"Aren't you a little short for a Mandalorian. " Hux rolled his eyes, 

Yela took her helmet off brown curls everywhere, "What is with us solos and feisty people," she asked, "Us?" Hux questioned as to the other Mandalorian who removed his helmet, under it was Ben, who glared at the general, 

"Hux.."

 "Ren.." 

"Can we just go!" Yela shouted guiding them out the exit, looking at Hux she could tell he was a bit confused by everything, but right now he was going with it, 

"You know Yela, he's smaller than I remember.." Ben smirked as Hux glared at him, "I know what you're thinking I wouldn't try it.." Chewie who was once again by their side ran towards the Falcon as they made it just in time, 

"So this is the hunk of junk you wanted to shoot out the sky.."

"Chewie set the cords back home, Ben, Hux don't kill each other.," she smirked, "Ans as for me.." she put the ship into hyperspeed, "It's time to sit back and relax.."

"How come you get to be the pilot.." "How come you get to be such an -"

"ARRRHH" Chewie shouted as they both got quiet, Hux was in aw at the two, charmed by Yela but impressed by Ben it really did seem that he cared about something other than Rey or ruling an entire galaxy but instead his-

"Hey, " Ben pouted, "Yela made me talk to you so... " he rolled his eyes, "spill it.." giving the old general a death glare, the Solo glare.

"What are you talking about.." He began to blush his thoughts stuck on his paragon of hope, beauty, and stubbornness,

"You've liked my sister since the day you met her.. and as her brother, I don't like you... as your old .. leader I don't condone it."

"Doesn't matter, " Hux smirked,

"You want to ask her out don't you... "

"No!"

Ben smirked at him know the answer,

"Yes,"

"WHRAAH," Chewie said as Yela sighed, just like her father Chewie was her best friend, she told him everything from secrets to things that not even he wanted to know about, but he gave good advice,  

"I know ma, mom, dad, and probably uncle Luke are gonna be upset, but it's not the first time.." she sighed,

"ARRRH"

"They have no room to judge when ma and dad met they went straight to the Falcon, and when he met mom who was a princess, and not the general who keeps me up at night they later had Ben, but I .." getting off track from her topic,  

"Wraggh.." Chewie said nudging her.

"I may or may not like him, we've kissed a few times, but!" she paused as AL-1 even looked at her,

landing back on base Ben ran towards his parents as he left Yela and Hux alone, "Ma, Mom..  do you need any help," he asked hiding behind the two,

"What did you do.." Leia said looking up at her son,

"Are you bleeding!" Alana looked at the grazed skin on his arm, "Mandalorians... the skin peeled very delicately .. Amban rifle, " she looked up at him, You're good ma, really good, " he began getting nervous hearing Yela get closer,

"And you see dad I-"

"Yela, " Both Leia and Alana said, Han, glared at him,

"Do you see this.. or am I getting old.." Han began laughing like a maniac, "A prince I'd be okay with, a smuggler sure, but a first-order general!"

"Han darling breath... let us do the yelling .."  Alana kissed his cheek,

"What were you thinking or are you thinking,"  Leia pulled her by the ears like a disappointed mother she was, Hux stood there slightly scared of the General she seemed very upset as it was,  

"I was thinking about hope the thing you guys fought for," she pulled Hux to her side,

"And yes I know that he was apart of the first order, but as an Amidala, I know there's good him I just know.. just like there was good in grandpa Anakin," she sighed,

"You sound as if you love him," Alana said, her thoughts were loud and clear,

"You loved dad the first time you met him, and when Celfra said no what did you do.." Yela asked waiting on her mother to answer, "What did you do mom,"

"Yela you're 19 and he's 24, it's not going to work!" Alana said walking away from her,

"You were 19 and dad was 22.. and It worked out fine, you loved him and then.."

"Don't you finish that sentence ,"  Ben who was hiding behind Chewie now got a bit scared for what Yela was about to say, it had to be bad if Leia didn't want her to finish it, "Let her speak," Han said wanting to know what his daughter had to say,

"You stopped loving each other, Mom and you argued all the time while ma, you tried to keep things peaceful.. tied between two lovers..." she pointed at Alana and then at Leia,  "You tried to keep me in Naboo, and Ben with uncle Luke when I just wanted .." Hux held her as he kissed her head, he felt bad that she had it rough as a child, but he knew wasn't  alone on that feeling,

"What was it that you wanted sweetheart," Han asked as he pulled both Leia and Alana close to him kissing both of their foreheads, the two both smiling up at him giggling.

"That.." Yela smiled as she looked at Hux, "Armitage .. I -" Hux kissed her as he wrapped his arm around her waist, the other in her dark curls, pulling away Yela had a grin bigger than her fathers on her face,

"Reminds me of how we used to be, " Leia said looking between Han and Alana, she missed having them both around but being that she was on senate and Han didn't want to be tied down to one place as well as Yela taking her mother's rightful place as a Dutchess things were heavy between the 3.

"We're not too old to start again..." Alana said, "of course Han and I never stopped, " she smirked kissing him on the lips,

"That is disgusting .." Ben stuck his tongue out then pretended to gag,

"Mhmm.." Yela cleared her throat, " Mom, ma,  Dad, Ben.." she asked getting their attention, "I love Hux very much and I'm gonna date him and fark it maybe I'll marry him!" she looked at Hux his eyes wide, "Marriage?" he turned darker than the old first-order patches he used to have on his uniforms,

"You heard me, Armitage," she laughed, "the future is unlimited and Hux if you'll have me."

"General Organa..  you're highness Solo... " Hux said still scared of the two,

"Welcome to our crazy family.." Alana said

"I still don't like him.." Han mumbled under his breath,

[charlottec21]

2,4,9,12,17,18 and 19 for the SW ask :)

2. pairing

Fav -Have a lot but currently romantically it is Han/Leia- I love their chemistry that they have together and the hight difference, they can speak their mind to each other and they care about each other. I have some of the sweetest moments together in the OT, just like when they are hugging or reassuring each other. I also like how their character arc are not completely connect to one another all the time, I never felt that Han became a better man to please Leia and Leia arc was just as much about her commitment to the rebellion than her love for Han. Overall the compliment each other, make a great team and have great soft moments together 

Least - relyo 4. character 

Fav- Too many ( Finn, Leia, Poe, Han, Obi, Yoda, Mando Luke Poe and just so many) but at the top of my head, I have to go with Ahsoka Tano but she is really just one of many. I love watching her grow into a badass, develop her own mind and style, she had great character reactions with almost everyone bring out interesting ideas. It was a great idea to add her into clone wars as an audience surrogate and further create her into a complete 3 dimensional  character. I have so many favs. 

Least - I guess i would say more of a wasted character section, but I would have to go with Hux here. This is more of a wasted potential character but at the start he was really interesting, a character with a sad background but an absolute fascist and unrepentant murder, he could have been a great character and foil for a lot of the heroes but then they made him into a no respect butt of the jokes character who i could not take seriously which was a shame as he is acted well, and he could have been a tarkin like character if tarkin lived passed ANH. On a similar strain Kylo, it goes on my ‘I don’t like this direction’ type of dislike

9. ship 

Fav- I kind of love any of the ships that look old and busted but are loved by their owners, and feel insulted whenever someone insults their ships. They are falling apart up but they are beautiful.

Least - The  Supremacy, it feel silly how big it is and this was after they lost star killer base and they tried to make it out it was more danergous and advance than that, when all it did was follow them it what felt like a really slow car cash

12. moment/scene

Fav- A lot from every era of star wars but again picking out a random one. It would be when the Mando goes to rescue Baby Yoda. The build up to the decision, the increasing unease of something bad happen, to the Mando, slowly taking out the stormtroopers until shit hits the wall and he has to fight everyone to the calvary arrives. I just love it and by the end you feel that he deserved that victory

Least - I was not a big fan of the whole Leia Poppins scene, not that Jedi did the same thing to save their lives but Leia was seemed out for too long and was far way from the ship. If they had to take her out of the film for a bit they could have done it is a less silly looking way or not put her in a coma at all

17. hero

Fave- Another top the head one, but Chirrut. I love him, everything, in the time where the rebellion was a mess and Empire was everywhere, he just had so much hope and faith

Least- Can’t really find one as they are mostly decent by default I would say Cody as he does not get as much development as the over main clones and he does shoot obi-wan but I can really blame him for that either

18. villain

Fav- Hard to say, currently Maul, he has had some interesting stories. From just an attack dog apprentice for Palps, when he returned he was shown to be smart and anger which made him into such a wildcard character. His relationship with his brother, is interesting and sad, as well as his moments of insanity in relation to obi-wan. His death scene gives sympathy for a villain without completely redeeming him or him even seeking it out. 

Least- Tobias Beckett, it not that he is a bad character, he is a long john silver character but I just think he had the same problems as Solo overall had, i liked it but it felt too small for star wars movie. Maybe it solo was done like the series he would have worked better

19. outfit

Fav - I love the mandalorian armor it just as a nice look, and I like how each one has their own uniqueness to them, like sabine painting hers, or Djarin design. Side note I also love how all the clones had paint jobs on their own armor

Least- I did not like Klyo outfit in TLJ, it kind of felt of a downgrade from the rather cool outfit he worn in TFA, also Holdo dress felt a bit out of place, it felt more prequel design than the current designs 

[sithlordintraining]

Can’t Be Friends

Summary: Of course, Kylo has heard about you. You’re Hux’s famous, and if not only, friend. But seeing in the flesh is different; now he understands why Hux always keeps you away. Or does he?

Masterlist

Epilogue

There was a knock on the door. Y/N grabbed a towel to cover her waist. She began to wonder who could it be, seeing as only her mother and Hux, knew where she was. ‘I didn’t order room service.’ she thought. The knock came again, this time softer. Peering through the peephole, she gasped her lips hesitantly saying his name. “Kylo?” He definitely didn’t know you were here and he was the last person you wanted to see, especially since this trip was to get away from everything that happened. You swung open the door, revealing the tall man begin to curl into himself. “Hi-i!” He blushed. Boy, how Kylo missed you. Pictures on Instagram couldn’t suffice for the real thing. She shook her head smiling; Y/N couldn’t help herself, his smile was contagious. “What are you doing here? How’d you find me?” She tried to say in the nicest way possible. “Armitage.” Kylo shrugged. “He’ll say anything and EVERYTHING drunk at the crack of dawn.” Brown eyes gazed into yours and you knew that your secret was up, thanks to a drunk Hux. “And…” He drew out. “You haven’t talked to me in over three weeks and made me look a fool at the hospital.” With a sigh of defeat, you invited him in. Kylo’s eyes flitted around the room, observing your suite. “I’m not ignoring you-” “Taking some time to think? Same shit.” he spat. Y/N could see his emotions taking over and she refused to let him ruin her vacation.

“How long are you staying?” The question caught him off guard. Kylo turned to her watching him. “I’m going into the city and I have to catch a bus.” She told him. His dark brows began to furrow. “Are you trying t-” “I’m inviting you before you give me the ‘you-never-give-me-a-chance’ speech.” Y/N groaned as she stood at the bedroom door with her hands on her hips. A hearty chuckle slipped past his full, pink lips as he sat down. “You know me so well, Y/N. I guess I’ll wait for you to get dressed.” A sly smile appeared on Kylo’s face appeared on his face when she appeared in white lace undies and matching bustier. “Nope.” You slammed the door. “COME ON! I’VE SEEN IT BEFORE!” He yelled. This gave Kylo some time to think. For the first time since there first, last, and only date, Y/N didn’t push him away. She was actually giving him a chance; he really did want to talk about why she left him, but he didn’t want to push her. When she was done, Y/N walked out grabbing her bag and saw his thick fingers tapping away at the little screen. “Oh God, I hope you won’t be in that all day.” She said dragging him out. A smile graced his lips at the fact that her hand was wrapped around his. “Aw, someone wants all my attention.” Kylo cooed playing with large (y/h/c) coils atop of her head. “Stop!” She slapped it away. “Before we are late!” Y/N continued to drag him along until they reached the bus stop. “Listen Kylo, no social media, texting, games, or phone calls, ok?” “Wait, you’re telling me, you’re not taking pictures?” He asked dumbfounded. You were a photographer for Christ sakes! She gave him the finger as the bus pulled up. He held his hand to help her up before he climbed onboard. “I am.” She told him digging in her bag before handing him one. “I brought my cameras. You can have one if you want?” Y/N’s voice was sweet and soft. Anyone else would’ve seen this as just an act of kindness. But, Kylo knew that this was a big step for you, sharing something that brings you so much happiness. Without taking his warm eyes off of you, he replied: “I would love to.”

The ride was loud and hot. All throughout the day, (y/e/c) eyes observed Kylo. He was so calm and was actually taking in the environment. “I see you eyeing me all day,” Kylo smirked, as he caught her taking a picture. “So what?” She shrugged off her embarrassment as best as possible. “I know if I look at that camera, I’ll see a lot of pictures of me.” A blush hit his face as he turned to find something else to take a picture of. “Oh, shut up!” After a long adventure, the two headed back to the stop. “Urgh, I’m so tired.” Y/N turned to lean her forehead on Kylo’s massive shoulder. “I don’t know if I can make it.” The sun rays beat down on them as they waited. His lips lifted into a smile as he secured you in his arms, slowly his hand began rubbing her back. “Here, dance with me.” “No.” She said sternly, but Kylo started to spin her. “Yes,” “No,” “Look by the time we finish, you won’t even notice.” You sighed in defeat once again. They continued dancing and you’d be lying if you say you didn’t enjoy it. BEEP! The bus was a few feet; you were in such a trance with your dream man, you didn’t even realize you two were in the middle of the street. They got in and there were a little more people than last time, resulting in you sitting on Kylo’s lap. “Not. One. Word.” Your finger pointed to his blushing face; he raised his arms in surrender, before gently holding you in place. The breeze gently circulated through the little vehicle and was lulling you to sleep. Chocolate eyes glanced down to see that sleepy face that was etched in his brain since that morning, asleep on his shoulder.

“Kid, wake up!” “Hmm?” “Sweetheart, wake up.” His rich voice cooed. You woke up to his warm eyes looking down upon you. She managed to get to her suite in a slightly discombobulated state with a side of his occasional jokes. Once they reached the suite, they immediately rushed to the bedroom and just laid there in silence for a few minutes. “Take off your pants,” Kylo said. You shot him a look. “No! I’m not having sex with you!” He busted out laughing. “I’m flattered, sweetheart, but I’m really tired and so are you. And I know you don’t like to sleep with your pants on.” Both turned to look at each other. “Google,” Kylo shrugged and you rolled your eyes. He was right, pants were too uncomfortable to sleep in. With a huff, Y/N shimmied out of her jeans. “I’m not doing this because you told me to.” Before lying beside him once again; “I know, sweetheart.” He said as he held onto her hand. You turned to look at him, seeing his eyes closed. You really did enjoy and miss the feeling you got from being with him, and you felt terrible for leaving him like that. It was always chill but fun in itself. “I’ll be here when you wake up and the next day, so you can stop staring, creep.” He smiled with eyes closed as she chuckled. “Oh, fuck off.” Y/N smile, snuggling into him and closing her eyes.

[scuttleboat]

Finn: kind of a big deal

I've seen some posts making outcry over the fact that Finn had a job that was regarded as low rank in the First Order, and that Rian Johnson is a bad person for referencing Finn as "the guy who cleaned their floors" in The Last Jedi. As if that is demeaning the character as we know and love him.

OH UM, NO. NOT THE CASE. LET'S TALK THIS THROUGH.

1. First, we can all use our memories to recall that Finn's character was conceived as someone whose job on the starkiller base was janitorial. Rian didn't write that, J.J. did. And FOR A REASON. The superficial plot reason was that he had to have a job to get them back on the base in act 3, and it allowed for a lot of jokes and New Hope callbacks. The bigger CHARACTER reason is that we meet Finn as someone who has never been in combat before. It's clear he was abducted and trained as a child soldier yes, but until TFA he was in a service job on their base. It MATTERS that he had a job that was nonviolent, because we can see his fear and his desire not to kill when he goes to battle. 

2. The thematic reason it matters is that a big element of both films in the new trilogy is that ANYONE has the power to fight evil and protect what they believe in, if they  only stand up. Finn was totally disrespected and diminished in the First Order, but *THEY ARE AN EVIL ORGANIZATION*. They think nothing of taking children and turning them into war losses, and now they don't respect the people of lower rank. In that world, being lower rank means you die sooner to help the asshole above you. We don't need these evil monsters to respect him because we, the audience, have already given him our respect and our sympathy and our encouragement. He's the most underdog character and we all love to root for the underdog. You know who the First Order respects? Someone like Hux. That guy. 

When Finn says "Rebel scum." that moment was triumphant bc he was rejecting Phasma's classification of him as nothing or worthless. He picked his home and his cause, and her insults have no more power over him. He doesn't need the respect of these mass murdering monsters, he has self-respect and he has family and he has purpose now.

3. Rank isn't just handed out because you're smart or talented. In most militaries it's a rigid system that takes a lot of time to advance in, and there is a stark segregation between officers and enlisted--except in this trilogy that would be slave soldiers, in Finn's case, since he didn't have the freedom to enlist. Finn may be a smart and capable and efficient person talented with a gun and possessing leadership qualities (all things he is, imo) and that doesn't mean the First Order will respect him. Again, they're an EVIL organization. They respect people like Hux and Kylo.

4. Let's have some real talk about jobs, here. You know the death star or starkiller base is basically a giant air craft carrier right? And on military ships, people cross-traffic for jobs. You never have just a 'soldier' or just a 'janitor' or just a 'sonar tech'. All those people went to boot camp. All those people know how to shoot guns and march in time. All those people serve, and most of them rotate on watch positions too. It makes sense that storm troopers could be pulled from other jobs and put to active deployment. It also makes sense that when not actively fighting those same soldiers have to go back to do their non-combat jobs on the ship/base/vessel. For some, that's maintenance and cleaning. That this was his job doesn't speak badly of Finn. He hardly had any choice in it anyway. And yes, that's a writing decision. BUT GUESS WHAT:  your characters gotta struggle. And I personally have adored watching this lowly storm trooper struggle against his oppressors and fight back to blow their asses up. TWICE.

5. Finn's story is so inspiring in-world that  General Leia personally thanked him, and Rose Tico had an instant crush on him. Because he started out in such a difficult place and he overcame it. Because that makes a compelling character. Because no one else in the SW movies had been written to rebel this way...not until Rogue One, which aired a year later. Finn was first.

So yeah, he cleaned floors for the First Order. (It's a job, fine people do it every day.) But you know what he didn't do? Commit genocide for them. In fact, he busted out of there with the first flyboy he could find, made best friends with the most powerful force prodigy in the galaxy, snuck back in to help destroy a genocide machine and confronted his fears to save that friend, fought Kylo Rearend, destroyed a den of vacationing war-profiteers, infiltrated the supreme leader's ship, kicked his old officer's ass, was saved by love, and became a hero of the rebellion twice over.  #ABigDeal

[chaostheoryy]

Hux Headcanons: Threats

A lovely anon requested some Hux X Reader headcanons regarding Hux’s response whenever someone threatens you. Enjoy!

To say Hux is protective would be a massive understatement. The man practically embodies the word. Naturally, when it comes to insuring that you are taken of, he’s unforgivingly protective.

If he so much as senses another person is a threat to you -- whether they be a disrespectful stormtrooper or an ignorant officer of the Order -- they are given an absolutely brutal treatment. 

Name-calling is just the start. If he catches someone taunting you or, God forbid, threatening you, they are instantly demoted and issued a vicious warning from the General himself.

“If you so much as take a wrong step, I shall personally see to it that you are beheaded by Commander Ren’s saber.”

On more than one occasion, Hux has been seen pulling an officer away from a heated discussion with you only to later be found with a busted lip and a particularly dark black eye. No one says a word about it.

He has a tendency to blow things out of proportion, often taking a joke as a genuine expression of disrespect toward you. As much as it concerns you to catch him hissing some rather “sharp” words at a terrified trooper, you can’t help but feel warm knowing that Hux cares so much about your well-being.

[x-dudes]

Hi I recently got in a car wreck (I'm physically okay) and I have a really bad scar on my forehead. Could you do a Poe x reader where she's insecure about a similar scar and he kinda helps her out? 💛💛

Notes: Sure can, babydoll! Hope I did you justice.

Published: December 29th, 2017

How are you feeling?

The question didn’t seem to come as a question at all, but rather as just a buzz of words that only somewhat formed within your brain. You weren’t even entirely sure if you were truly being spoken to or if the voice in your head was the byproduct of a dulling fever dream you managed to catch the tail end of as you came to.

(Y/N)? The voice rang again. It had been clearer this time, though still not sharp enough to discern from a delusion. For a brief moment, as you vaguely recalled a handful of the events that occured before you were knocked unconscious, you were certain that you were dead, and the voice was an angel. Are you waking up? (Y/N). A cool hand running across the skin of your forehead assured you this was not an angel, yet also brought a smile to your face as your eyes fluttered back into consciousness.

You were safe.

“You’re awake!” The voice beamed. It seemed familiarly feminine; an accent encrypted within it from a planet you couldn’t recall in your state of delirium. Your eyes had finally opened, only for you to audibly wince as you shut them once again due to the blinding white of the overhead lights. “Sorry, I’m sorry. I’ll get them off” You could hear a set of sharp footsteps, a soft click, and then the remnants of the blinding white light still seen from behind your lids died down, leaving you in blackness. The voice spoke up once more, and you found solace in the soothing silk of their words. “Hey, can you open your eyes now?” Your eyes finally flicked open, meeting the smiling face of Rey in the dim light of a medical room.

“Rey,” You spoke softly. Your voice was weak, but she could tell you were thrilled to see her.

“Are you feeling better?”

“I feel much better than I did being beat around by members of the First Order,” You joked. “Thanks for asking.”

“No,” She chuckled. “I mean after surgery. It was a shame you missed it, the medics had this little droid by their side who ended up stitching up the cut after they cleaned it in about two minutes flat. Though I suppose you had to miss it otherwise something could have gone wrong, right?”

“Surgery?” You repeated, digging through your cloudy memories for the answer to your own question. “Oh shit, my-” Though weak, your hands flew to your forehead, feeling a protruding scar along the plane of your forehead. You only vaguely recalled the wound being at the hand of General Hux before your memory returns to black. “Oh, Rey,”You whimpered, speech still slurred from what must have been remnants of the anaesthesia. “Be honest with me, okay? How bad is it really? Now that everything is all said and done, and it’s all sewn up…”

“Bad?” She echoed, confusion etched across her sharp features.

“Yeah, as in- nevermind. I don’t really expect you to understand, I guess.” You bit your tongue to refrain from commenting on Rey’s upbringing in your still softheaded state. It wouldn’t do anyone any good. “Wait. Where’s Poe?”

To be able to say that your injuries were likely the least worrisome of the group’s was something truly extraordinary. You had been sent out on a reconnaissance mission right within the heart of Starkiller Base. Something that should have been easy, in theory, until a weak link within your team had resulted in all of you getting captured, with one of the four not making it out alive. Poe had been a member of the team sent out to recover the remaining three of you before anything could escalate further. After being beaten, bruised, strapped to a metal dolley, tortured, manipulated, and lied to with the goal of obtaining Resistance information, it was a miracle you were still alive, let alone in one piece. Poe had been drifting in and out of consciousness for the past four days or so, never managing to stay awake and aware of his surroundings for very long. You were too afraid to wait by his side for him to recover.

Gentle fingers grazed the mark along your forehead.

He would worry. That was what you had decided. The scar wasn’t the simplest thing to hide, more so than ever as it was in the weird grace period between being freshly sewn and having healed entirely. Rey had insisted you not worry about ‘some mark that hadn’t been there before,’ yet always held you in her arms in silence as you bit back all of the emotions that overflowed from that scar, as well as its origins. She didn’t quite understand. You insisted that she couldn’t.

You should be grateful you’re okay physically, you tried to tell yourself. Not even a concussion to show for it and this is what you’re upset about?

“Lieutenant (Y/L/N),” The General had called from the piece in your ear, still kept as you trained newcomer resistance fighters in the fields.

“Yes, general?” You spoke back, hoping your response could be heard above the natural roar of the D’Qar jungle. The dozen or so new recruits ran past you into a large clearing in the trees.

“You’ve been requested in the Medbay. Sector three. I’d go, if I were you.”

“Yes ma’am. Let me finish up here.”

“Just go, (Y/L/N). Lieutenant Connix will wrap things up for you. I’ve already sent her your way.”

“Thank you, General.”

Remembering Poe’s fickle state, you began to dash through the thick foliage, stripping your heavy training equipment as you went along until you had come to the front desk with nothing more than an old black tank top and your jumpsuit, now half opened with the arms tied tightly around your hips. Without a single word from you, the medic working the desk that day directed you to where Poe rested, filling you in on his recovery status along the way.

“-as well as a serious fracture on one of his left ribs from the impact. He’s been asking for you for a few days now, though you’re a naturally busy person, so I figured I would hold off on contacting you until we could get him awake for more than an hour.” She chuckled. “I mean, you must be busy. You look like you just came out of battle. Training newbies, I presume?” You gave her a small ‘mhm’ in response and she huffed. “Yeah, I get that. I’m on new kid training duty tomorrow all through the rest of the month. Crazy, you know. I could have sworn that I was a new kid myself just last month and now I get to teach them. How are ya’ healing?” You cleared your throat nervously. Both thankful for and dreadful of the fact that she was a talker.

“I, uh, I’m feeling alright.”

“Yeah? No burning? No irritation? No psychic connections with force spirits?” She giggled at her own joke, though you weren’t entirely sure of what to say. “Oh! Here he is. Dameron.” You thanked her softly, bracing yourself silently as her footsteps grew distant. Knocking twice on the door for good measure, relief and dread simultaneously flooded you upon hearing his voice, asking you to come in.

“Poe,” You began.

“(Y/N)!” He bolted up in his bed, beaming with joy upon seeing you. Hesitantly, you stepped forward until you were sat at the edge of his bed. Without a second thought, he lunged his already weak body at you, enveloping you into a hug you could tell hurt him deeply. He didn’t mind, though. He loved you more than you could ever know. “(Y/N), I’m so glad you’re okay! I’ve been in here for who knows how long and all I kept asking of them was to see you, or to at least hear something about how you’re doing, and I wasn’t even given a ‘she’s doing alright’ before they shut me down Rey came in here a while back and when I asked her about you she got all weird about it. I almost thought you were dying. It was driving me crazy not knowing how you were doing for so long. Yeesh, if I could stay awake for more than an hour at a time before now, I probably would have busted out of here to find you…” He chuckled at the end of his sentence, but something told you he was biting back happy tears. “How are you doing?” He pulled out of the hug, yet still kept a vice grip on your shoulders as he got a good look at you for the first time weeks. You could tell he had caught a glance at the scar in the way his eyebrows knit, lips pouting in silent thought.

“Listen, I-”

“They stitch you up pretty good?”

“Hmm?”

“Well, (Y/N), I don’t remember a lot from Starkiller Base, but I do remember having to watch Hux do that to you, and let me tell you it was a lot less pretty when-”

“It’s still not pretty…”

“-I had found you- wait, what?”

“Hmm?”

“What was that?”

“I said that it’s not pretty, Poe.” You confessed. Subconsciously, your hands rose to rub at your temples in a sense of worry. “I don’t… I don’t like it. Call me dumb, call me whatever you want, but some part of me just knows that I’m always going to be changed by what went on on that ship, and this just serves as a constant reminder of that.” His eyebrows raised. Whether in shock or in revelation you really weren’t sure, but you had decided you were too deep into your confession to care all that much. “Poe, people look at me differently, they think of me differently,and I absolutely hate the fact that it- it ruins the image of me that I-”

“Now hold on just a second.” He interrupted you, placing a hand on your chin to force your gaze his way. “(Y/N), good god, I can’t believe you would think so lowly of yourself after what you just did. Are you even aware of the amazing acts that came out of that scar?” You didn’t respond, only gave him a quizzical look, but it was enough for him. “The girl who snuck on to Starkiller Base with the intent to destroy? This same girl who when captured led Hux on a wild goose chase, only to tell him to go fuck himself in Twi’leki and spit on his nose? This girl who was brought to hell and back, and still wouldn’t cave in, even if it costed her her life, all in the name of the Resistance doesn’t like the scar that shows that she survived?”

“I don’t think you understand-”

“No, (Y/N), I don’t think you understand. Yeah, people absolutely think of you differently. They take one look at you, knowing you got back from a mission that would turn any normal man into a pile of ash, and they think that you’re incredible. I know I do.” Poe stretched down further to place a peck to your forehead. “You should too. You should look at that scar and think to yourself ‘I’ve been through hell and back, but I’m still here, and I’m still kicking ass, because I’m (Y/N) (Y/L/N) and that’s who I am. Not even this could stop me, and nothing else sure as hell will.’” You smiled softly, carefully burying your face into his chest as you hugged him, as to not hurt his bad rib any further.

“I don’t think all that would fit into my morning routine, but thanks, Speedy.” You giggled, grinning wider as you felt him smile against your shoulder. “That means the world to me.”

[theindifferentdroid]

Bad Moon Rising: Part 8 [Modern!Kylo x Reader]

BMR Masterlist // AO3

A/N: Sorry it took so long to get this part out, guys! Life has been crazy busy, and I was trying to decide where I wanted this to go. Let me know if you have any suggestions. Feedback is always welcomed. This part is also a little longer than usual (~2700 words) but I wanted to get everything in the same chapter.

Warnings: Mentions of blood. Angst. Language.

Word count: 2,600+

The hotel room was dark and quiet when you stirred awake. You felt in a daze as your eyes acclimated to the pitch-black surroundings. You blinked hard a few times, trying to clear your vision. Your head ached, the alcohol partially to blame. Why were you awake?

A noise echoed from the living room of the suite - for perhaps the second time. "Kylo?" you voice attempted to call out. You swallowed hard, clearing your throat. Your body ached from sleep as you slowly pushed yourself up in the bed. The task proved difficult, the billowy cushions of the bed giving in to your movements. 

A door slammed heavily. "Kylo?" you called again, a little stronger this time. 

No response. You stayed in the bed, uneasy. 

A soft light flicked on in the adjacent room causing a shock to your dilated eyes. Squinting, you saw a dark, blurry figure rush by though the darkness of bedroom. 

"Kylo?"

"Go back to bed." He kept walking, right past you towards the bathroom. 

"No. I want to talk."

"I don't," he retorted without looking. 

You followed him into the bathroom, turning on the lights. 

"Oh, my god."

The harsh white light of the bulbs illuminated every imperfection. Kylo was bloodied. Badly. He began to wash his hands, the water running pink rivers down the white porcelain. You stared at him in the mirror. His jaw tightened with anger. Hair stuck to his face in a few places, but mainly by his right temple, the source of most of the blood, though you really couldn't tell exactly where it was coming from. You began to wonder how he even made it up to the room without causing a scene. 

You walked up behind him, slowly, while he was distracted with drying his hands, dabbing at his knuckles where the oozing hadn't yet stopped.

It took everything you had to not just wrap the man in a hug. Seeing him like this was bizarre to you. Not that you'd ever seen anyone like this, at least not in person. You had never felt the need to care for anyone so strongly before. A man like him didn't need any help, though, considering he'd likely been like this on multiple occasions. But you couldn't help yourself. 

Your arm moved in slow motion as you cautiously placed a light hand on his shoulder. 

Kylo reared back quickly, spinning around and lifting his arm to break the contact. "Don't fucking touch me."

Tears burned threateningly beneath your eyelids. How could someone be so aggressive to a kind gesture? You wanted nothing more than to help him. 

"Kylo," you pleaded. "You're hurt."

"No shit." He turned back around to face the mirror, pushing his hair out of the way to assess the damage. 

"Let me help you, then."

"I don't need your help."

You scoffed at him, trying not to get your feelings hurt. You thought back to when you met him. How he wouldn't let you out of his sight without helping you, no matter how much you insisted. "Where have I heard that before?" You met his gaze in the mirror. 

He sighed heavily, and his shoulders slouched. Turning around again, he leaned against the bathroom counter. He was silent. 

"Let me clean you up," you half-whispered, subconsciously afraid to startle him again. 

He stayed quiet, crossing his arms. He wouldn't look at you. 

"Please," you begged sweetly. 

He finally looked up at you, his eyes growing slightly wide at the sight. "What are you wearing?" 

Your face grew warm. You looked down to make sure you weren't exposed and tightened the belt of the robe. "Do not change the subject."

He eyed you up, and you couldn't tell if the look on his face was hunger or anger. The state he was in made it difficult for you to properly read his expression. Either way, it tickled something in your gut. 

You walked up to the sink and began to run the water. "I have a lot of questions." You paused, grabbing a towel and soaking it under the stream of warm water. Ringing the towel, you stood square in front of Kylo, looking up at him. "First of all, what the fuck is going on?"

Kylo groaned. "I said I didn't want -"

"That's too bad," you interrupted. "We're talking." You reached down and grabbed one of his hands, raising it up laying it in your palm. His fingers spilled over the sides of your hand as you assessed the damage. "Jesus," you whispered. His knuckles were busted, each one of them. 

You tilted your head up to look at him. He was biting his lip, eyes cast towards the ceiling. You had never seen him so vulnerable before. Even the last time you saw him - at his house - he'd shown more composure than this. 

You looked back down, slowly starting to wipe away the damage at his wounds. Curiosity made all of the questions come to your mind at once, but you suddenly didn't want to bombard him. You were already being a little harsh. You needed to win him back, not push him away. 

"Am I hurting you?" you asked. 

"No." He looked down at you, happy you were preoccupied. He watched your delicate hands, pristine hands - nothing like his - work slowly around his own. "I managed to do that all by myself."

You paused, assessing his hand and trying to figure out how to respond. You decided not to. "Other hand." 

It was silent for a few minutes, except for the occasional sigh of defeat or embarrassment from Kylo's lips. He squirmed on the edge of the counter trying to get comfortable. 

"Alright. Now. That pretty face of yours." You didn't mean to say if that way. You smiled sheepishly, heat rising in your cheeks, trying to play it off as a joke. Gazing upon his features, you avoided eye contact as best you could. "I need more light." You gently turned him to face the mirror as you hopped up to take a seat on the counter, dangling your legs over the edge. The height difference between the two of you was a little less severe now. 

Your shaky fingers pushed back his hair from his face careful not to pull too hard. The wound on his temple had stopped bleeding; it wasn't too fresh. However, the dried blood concealed it, making it hard to see what happened. 

You worked slowly, delicately, half afraid to hurt him, half unsure of what it was that you were even doing, why you were caring for him. You weren't dating Kylo; in fact, last time you'd checked it was quite the opposite. The more you thought about it, the more confused you became at the status of your... what? Relationship? Friendship? Were you even friends? 

You decided to speak. Just a simple question, to get the conversation moving from a dead stop. 

"What happened here?" Your tone was a little harsher than you'd wanted it to be, but empathy clearly wasn't getting you anywhere.

"Pistol-whipped."

You grimaced, glad Kylo was looking away. "You weren't shot." It was a statement, not a question. It was relief. 

"He ran out of ammo. I didn't."

The way Kylo tensed up suddenly electrified the air, like all of a sudden you could feel the danger he had been in. You shivered with anxiety. 

"This isn't because of you. In case you were wondering."

You continued working on his wound, casually, acting like you weren't completely shaken up. "It's none of my business, then."

"It was just a job for Snoke, for my boss," he continued. "It was a little more involved than I'd anticipated."

You remained silent, preoccupied with cleaning his face, though not really. 

A sigh came from his chest, exasperated. You felt how badly he wanted to say something, he just couldn't find the words. 

"Hux, though. That is about you."

You froze. You never expected him to be so blunt, not that any of his previous behavior had led you to believe otherwise. 

You bit nervously on your lip, not wanting to prod any further. True, you had asked for answers. You wanted to know what was going on. But now, knowing you were involved - instead of just theorizing that you were - somehow changed it for you. That was all you needed to hear. 

Kylo didn't move away, though you had stopped working on his face. He stayed put. His eyes, though nearly even in height with yours now, didn't look up. 

"Hux's dad used to work for Snoke. Years ago. When his dad died, Hux essentially took his place. But now he thinks the job is his damn birthright. Snoke let him go, after he shot at me last week. I should have ended him then." Kylo slammed a first into the counter just to your right. "Because now he's coming after you. I guess he got jealous. I don't fucking know. He knows he can't come after me again if he wants any chance at getting his job back. So I guess you're the revenge he wants."

You were stunned, silent. You didn't know what you'd expected him to say, but that wasn't it. Something wasn't sitting right with you. Then it clicked. "Why does he care, though? We're not...."

"He doesn't know that we... weren't together. Anymore."

"Oh."

"So, you'll stay here - tonight - and I'll settle up things with Hux. That way he won't come after you anymore. Then... then, you can go."

You felt your next words bubbling up, nothing stopping them. But you were drunk with exhaustion, and you were going to say it no matter how much you shouldn't have. 

"But... I don't want to go."

Slowly, you raised a hand to the right side of his face, careful to avoid the battered places. He didn’t move away, but he still wasn’t close enough for you, his hips held back by the counter. You slid nearer to the edge, trying to ignore how the robe began to slide up your thighs. The marble felt like ice against your bare skin.  

You gently raised his chin in your hand. “Look at me.”

“I can’t.”

You opened your mouth to speak, but you didn't have anything to say this time. 

“I can’t fucking do this. Did you not hear a word I just said?” He pulled away from your touch and stormed off into the bedroom.

The expression on your face fell. Your entire body went limp, like all the energy you had was sucked out of you at once. 

As much as you wanted to stay seconds ago, now you wanted nothing more than to leave. You felt unwanted. You /were/ unwanted. 

With the little will you had left, you hopped off the counter and moved to close the bathroom door. Kylo appeared out of nowhere, slapping his hand on the door to keep it from closing. “What are you doing?”

“I’m getting dressed. So I can leave and go home.”

Kylo shook his head. “You can’t leave. Not yet,” he said. His tone was matter of fact. 

You huffed. “Well, I certainly don't want to be stuck here with you.” 

“Stuck? Oh, yes, this is all a real inconvenience for you, isn’t it? Being protected. Not getting killed.” He was angry, defensive even. 

You stepped up closer to Kylo, trying to ignore his looming presence. You poked a finger into his chest. "You are the one who brought me here. You're the one who helped me with my car. Asked me on a date. You are the one who kissed me. Do not act like this is my fault. Especially this part."

You weren't sure where your courage came from, but you were glad for it. You wanted to tell him how you felt about this. It was all so strange, so surreal, to be in a situation like this. Your emotions showed it, your mind getting tugged back and forth with each word he spoke. 

Kylo's eyes almost seemed to change color in his anger. You had seen him upset before. Worried, maybe. But never this angry. He breathed in heavy gasps, his shoulders heaving from the exertion. 

"I'm trying," he breathed, "to protect you, Y/N. Just let me do that."

"I don't see why you care so much!" You felt your feet flex, trying to artificially adjust your height to meet Kylo's. To appear a little more forceful, give your words some weight. "Just let me go. It's not like you want to be with me anyway!"

Kylo's hooded eyes were dark. He took one deep breath, steadying himself before speaking. His voice was low again. "That could not be any further from the truth." 

You furrowed your eyebrows at him. The mixed messages were going to kill you. "What are you talking about?"

You couldn't quite hear the next words out of his mouth, with how quickly and softly he'd spoken them. But you were pretty sure he'd said, "Fuck it."

Suddenly, you began to experience something your mind had failed to completely recall. You immediately remembered why you had fallen so hard for Kylo, why it had hurt so badly to walk out of his house that night.

His hands snaked around your body, one around your waist, one in your still-damp hair, pulling you close to him. Very close. His lips melded with yours quickly but lovingly. It was passionate. For a moment, you were stunned, unmoving. The roller coaster of a night was catching up with you, unsure of anything that was happening. But this was something you were sure of. 

You parted your lips, allowing him passage. His tongue ventured past your lips, and you welcomed it. Your heart fluttered violently, and you felt faint. It felt as if you were falling over, and it took you a moment before you realized you were actually moving. Kylo had lifted you up and was moving you though the bedroom. Your lips never parted from his.  

Soon, you felt the softness of the bed against the back of your legs and your knees buckled beneath you. Was this actually happening?

Kylo leaned into you, gently pushing you down. Once your back met the bed, his mouth worked its way to your neck, his lips sucking and his teeth dragging delicately across your skin. You inhaled a deep, hitched breath. 

Your body tensed, preparing for Kylo's weight on top of you. But he was gentle, propping himself upon the bed around you. You felt teased momentarily; your body ached for him, and you knew he felt that. But the way he looked into your eyes after he pulled away from your neck, you knew it was something else. He was holding back for himself. 

"Kylo," you breathed, his name barely escaping your lips. 

He sighed and placed his forehead in the crook of your neck. His voice was muffled. "I want you. But I just don't want you to get involved in this."

You laughed, which surprised you as much as it surprised Kylo. He lifted his head and looked at you. "I'm currently hiding out from the mob. I'm fairly involved at this point, wouldn't you say?" you asked. 

"Are you sure you -"

"I'm sure," you interrupted, raising a hand to his face a pushing his hair behind his ear. 

A smirk appeared on Kylo's face, and in his eyes you saw the same emotion you'd seen earlier. It was much easier to place in this context: hunger, lust. A growl left his throat as he took your face in his hands, finally lowering his body onto you, his full lips crashing against yours.

Even behind the heavy curtains of the hotel room, you noticed the faint hint of sunlight before you both finally drifted off to sleep.

Part 9

[esperanza-y-el-sol]

It makes sense that he does, in his pained anger, want to kill Rey and the resistance in this scene. As far as he knows she’s betrayed him. In the TLJ novelization it’s even revealed he doesn’t think she ever really cared for him. Now I know we—myself included— like to joke about him just being really dense because she obviously does, but it is a logical conclusion for him to come to when you consider that:

Tried to pull a saber on him when he thought she wanted to take his hand which was something he desperately craved. You can even see him step closer to her in this scene. (I’m not sure if Rey intended to trick him though.)

Left him for dead after the lightsaber tug-o-war. He’s just killed Snoke for her, which is an act of treason. He very well could have been executed had he not taken over the First Order. We even saw Hux taking his chance to kill him and he only failed because Kylo woke up in time.

When Luke confronts him he’s carrying Anakin’s saber which he last saw with Rey. For all he knows Rey gave it to Luke specifically to kill him. (Hello, Anidala parallel) Hence “I’ll destroy her.”

He believes the resistance is a bunch of “murderers, traitors, and thieves” and that’s who she wanted to save and ultimately chose over him.

With the way Snoke claimed credit for their bond all the above points probably sealed the deal in thinking he should never have tried to let her into his life. They must never have had anything anyways.

Rey was a daydream, a foolish hope he once had, but now he knows better—or so he thinks. Now she’s the past and no longer the future. We all know what Kylo thinks of the past. We in the reylo fandom love to quote it, especially when it comes to reysky “Let the past die. Kill it if you have to. It’s the only way to become what you were meant to be.” Kylo thinks he’s meant to be a villain, after all, he “cannot deny the truth that is (his) family.”

I think I recall watching the director’s commentary and during the crait scene Rian mentions he felt this scene was important because it gave Kylo the chance to be the villain he thinks he wants to be. However my memory is a bit spotty(disability, yay!) and my brain tends to combine fragmented memories into a cohesive whole. So if anyone can corroborate or debunk what I said let me know, since my copy of the movie is busted.

Either way I think his meltdown on Crait definitely was a teaching moment that forced him to examine his motivations and desires. Remember that Luke’s last scene before his appearance on Crait was being taught by Yoda that failure is greatest teacher. I always thought that Luke’s confrontation was one last teaching moment between him and his nephew. Especially after on the director’s commentary where Rian mentions he imagines the shoulder swipe Luke does as something he used to do while teaching a young Ben Solo when he was padawan. This one I can find evidence for it not being my imagination. Luke also gave him the chance learn how he would really feel if he killed him at least for a moment.

It also prevented Kylo from doing something irreversible and sealing his fate as a villain had he succeeded in wiping out the resistance, his mother, and Rey. He’s definitely irrational and impulsive so Luke gave him time to “chill out” as it were. It didn’t even occur to him that Anakin’s saber was broken and Luke looked suspiciously younger, so Luke couldn’t have actually been there. Kylo’s failure also allowed him to find him the dice and to have one last force bond with Rey.

He probably wanted to kill his mother too, though I’m not sure if he’s aware she’s still alive. In the novel after he doesn’t fire at her he’s regretful that he couldn’t save her, but I don’t remember any instance that mentions him realizing she survived. I would think that his force sensitivity would allow him to sense her death, but when Han died in TFA according to J.J.s commentary(again might be imagined) what Leia senses is not Han’s death, but Kylo’s emotions. It could be because Han isn’t force sensitive and that was why he wasn’t sensed, but it’s hard to tell. At first I thought Luke not realizing Han was gone confirmed this, but then I remembered that Luke had closed himself off from the force, so I don’t know. The only thing Leia and Rey have to say about Luke becoming one with the force is a sense of “peace and purpose”. Again, only speaking about emotions.

Really I think this tendency of some shippers to try and rationalize his stunt on Crait is mostly a response to antis trying to use it to debunk Reylo. I didn’t see this defense until antis recovered from the shock that was TLJ and found new arguments to use. We already easily accept that even though Kylo killed Han he still loved him, but he wanted the pain to stop. I don’t see why we couldn’t accept the same conclusions about his feelings for Rey.

About Kylo's resolve to kill/destroy Rey...I think it was him being impulsive and irrational in that moment, just like an impulsive Anakin tried to hurt the woman he loved because he saw her as his enemy in that moment. I think Matt Martin even attested to it. This stuff takes place in a heightened reality anyway. It is not meant to be literal. Kylo's stint on Crait was the real life equivalent of someone getting drunk and angrily deleting their partner's pictures/texts because they had a fight.

Oh he was definitely irrational and lashing out because he was deeply hurt and relieving his past trauma… But what he ordered is what he ordered, and it’s only because of sheer luck (and plot armor, lol) that the Falcon wasn’t blown up and Rey with it. His irrationality could have had awfully permanent consequences, and he needs to own his shit and learn to control himself asap, OR HE’LL REGRET IT. idk, I get why we reylos tend to overlook this incident and I definitely DON’T think it negates Bendemption or is a point of no return for him (it’s only supposed to be perceived as one), but I also don’t find it satisfying from a character analysis perspective to shrug it off as Kylo being his skywalker drama queen self, or rationalize it away as him not knowing/not realizing that Rey could be on the Falcon or Leia could be in the Resistance base. I think even in his emotional meltdown he was aware that could be a possibility. 

And to be honest? His “no quarter, no prisoners” sounds DEEPLY personal. Too personal not to be directed specifically at the people who hurt him intimately.

Anonymous said: The way I, as a Reylo and Bendemptionist, reconcile Ben’s actions on Crait: 1) Most important: it’s fiction. 2) For fictional narrative; they had to present him in the most villainous way, so that the end scene between the two of them…him on his knees is profound, and 3) The reverse Anidala items you mentioned (structuring the parallels, yet how it will then veer away, and began to at the end of TLJ). 4) An ironic storytelling victory if Reylos feel uneasy, IX will have more of an impact! :D

^^ all good points!

[sithlordintraining]

The Princess & her Knights

A/N: Well, well, well, idk. Chapter 7 and SNA 18 in one week😱

Summary: Greaser Kylo Ren fell in love with good girl Rey Kenobi over the summer. When they unexpectedly discover they’re now in the same high school, will they be able to rekindle their romance? OF COURSE, with a little help from their friends and some singing. But that was Junior year, can their love really stand the course of Senior year, college applications, and other teenage problems?

Chapters: 6, 8

“The very purpose of a knight is to fight on behalf of a lady.”

Thomas Malory

It was a regular chilly fall day, everyone was lining up to pick up their homecoming tickets after school. Marnie, Rizzo, and you stood on the line talking about God knows what. “Hey girls.” Kenickie waved before kissing Rizzo. Soon all the Knights were cutting the line standing with the girls. A breeze racked through your body, you clenched the books closer to your chest wishing the line would move faster. Warmth started to spread as something heavy and black hit your shoulders. Turning, it was none other than your handsome stalker, Juney and that ridiculous attractive free strand in the front of his amber eyes. It didn’t help that that had become his signature look. “What?!” He exclaimed as you sent him those dagger eyes. “You looked cold, I just wanted to warm you up. Can’t have my favorite paper shaker catching her death before I get to see you on your debut.” You rolled your eyes as you caught his adorable boyish smile, thank God your mind was preoccupied with annoyance because you would definitely be fighting back a smile.

“What do you want?” You asked. He just chuckled as you did your best to play annoyed. They both knew she was enjoying his attention. “You aren’t going to the dance, so you’re just cutting the line to harass me?” The line started to move and he shuffled along with you. “Well, it wouldn’t be right if I didn’t now would it, Y/N?” His sweet voice cooed in your ear. Amber eyes blazing when he saw the subtle twitch of your lips upward. “I also wanted to say I heard about your little race, I’m impressed; a girl who can fight and race, guess I’m a lucky fella.” You shook your head chuckling at his sentence. You definitely didn’t have anything to come back with. Once again, that boyish smiled appeared when he heard your laugh. Unbeknownst to the flirting duo, the Knights, Rizzo, and Marnie watched them. “You know, I think that it’s real kick that Y/N’s a Knight,” Rizzo said. Marnie shook her head agreeing: “Yeah and they’re really cute together, who would’ve thought two Knights dating.” Of course, your supersonic hearing picked up on this last comment. Opening your mouth to say something, Kylo beat you to the punch. “They aren’t dating. And even if she was a Knight, you can’t date within the circle.”

Dramatically you spun to Juney. “You’re a Knight?!” Shrugging it off, he sent you a cool smirk. “Yeah baby, just had to get my license and then I could get my jacket.” Maybe you were overreacting it was just some stupid greaser gang, but the hard worker in you earned that jacket. “This should be mine!” You pulled the jacket from your shoulders and waved it in Kylo’s face. “I did everything! I won the race, I won the car, I won your stupid car from Hux for you.” The crowd that now surrounded you bust into whispers and oh’s the information spilling from your lips. “My car IS NOT stupid!” Kylo rose his voice. “And I told you before no, don’t be stubborn.” Shoving the jacket into his chest you yelled “You’re a real germ, a jerkface, a joke!” Kylo scoffed. “Y/N, don’t act like you’re hearing for the first time.” You folded both arms, pressing the books closer to your heaving chest. “Oh yeah, and I bet your reason is as dumb as last time.” Having enough, you decided to leave. You didn’t care if you didn’t get tickets. You and Phasma could just hang at your place. Before you could leave, Juney grabbed your hand squeezing it tight so that his sweat did make his hand slip from yours.

“I challenge you to a race, Kylo.” Everyone went silent as amber and brown eyes burned into each other. “My claim is for Y/N to become a Knight.” Juney’s voice was loud and assertive. Kylo growled in annoyance. “I second that!” Kenickie spoke up. “No.” Kylo grew frustrated. “Yeah, me too!” Doody jumped in and was soon followed by Putzie and Sonny. Everyone watched as the Knights turned on their leader. He knew he had no choice but to accept the challenge. “I accept.” He said through gritted teeth. “And you,” His gaze turned to you. “You are not allowed to the race, understand?” A spark lit in your eye, glossed lips curling up to reprimand him for talking to you like a child. “Don’t talk to her like that!” Juney barked. Kylo’s long index went flying into the guy’s face with growl “Listen-” “Ben?” Rey’s soft voice flew through his ears. She looked at him to Juney, then to you; face growing hard every second. The couple stood glaring at you and you couldn’t help but feel heated and a stinging in your eyes. Juney saw you and tugged at your hand. “Come on, I’ll walk you to your car.” Hand in hand, Kylo’s eyes burned at the sight of the two of you; whatever he thought he was doing to keep you two apart, was only bringing you closer.

Your mind was so all over the place, you had forgotten that you were holding Juney’s hand, whose fingers had now interlocked with yours. Dragging him along, you tried regulating your breathing. You couldn’t believe he talked to you like that! Well, it was kind of your fault, but the look of disgust in his eyes hurt you. Juney watched as tears brimmed your coated lashes, slowly he reached for the key in your hand to open the door and helped you settle in. “Hey,” he said softly. You sniffled, avoiding his gaze. “Hey, don’t cry.” The back of his hand whipped away the free tear that escaped. Your hands feverishly wiped at your face out of embarrassment. “Look, you can’t let them see you like this. Ok? Can’t let them see them get to you.” He brushed a strand of hair behind your ear. “Especially her.” He turned to see Rey stealing glances at you two. Leaning through the car window, his rough thumb brushed along your cheek. “Now lemme see your smile. Come on! Lemme see that smile that drives me wild.” He coaxed. You tried so hard, but eventually gave in. You gifted him a smile along with a giggle. “There you go.” He sighed with a lazy smile. “Thanks.” Your voice was barely above a whisper. “The very purpose of a knight is to fight on behalf of a lady.”

It possibly was the worst week for Kylo; not only was his whole gang against him, but they all seemed to be congregating around you, especially Juney. Everywhere, it was you and him, or somebody talking about you two. It was also an unspoken agreement that Kylo wouldn’t come over to study and missed not just English, but all his other classes. This resulted in a very mad Luke, who threatened to remove Rey and him from the Homecoming court. Kylo couldn’t do that to Rey, so he returned to class only to realize you weren’t in class due to cheer practice. This only made him, strangely, glum. And to top it off, Rey was mad at him. She expressed her distaste the fact that Kylo was racing because of you but also wanted him to win so you wouldn’t be in the Knights. Not to mention, the race was the night before the homecoming parade and he appeared on the float with a nice big nick on his right cheek. And it didn’t make it better that both him and Rey were taking out their anger out on each other because of you. Your ponytail swinging side to side, as you recited the chants with a bright white smile. Juney, the Knights, and the Pink Ladies all sat in the front and cheer you on. Every call and response that group was there as your participating audience, chanting, singing, dancing, and because of this response from the “coolest” kids in school, everyone else joined in too! Kylo sat in the corner just fuming at every bad joke that Juney said to get your attention and every smile you tried to hide every time one of the other cheerleaders giggled about how cute they are. He rolled his eyes.

It was finally over and you were surrounded by the Pink Ladies. “Oh my gosh,” Marnie exclaimed “You were just so cute!” “Yeah and those moves!” The girls exclaimed and you smiled at all the compliments. Jan held one pom-pom, as Marnie held the other as you all walked towards Rizzo’s car. Next to it, was all the Knights, you sucked in a breath as Juney turned around stomping his cigarette out and sent you a smile. His lips curled up into a smile as he made his way toward you, “I really enjoyed the show you put out there for me.” (Y/e/c) eyes rolled at his comment. “Oh trust me, I didn’t do it for you.” He laughed at your response, wincing when he closed his eyes. “What happened to your eye?” Furrowing your brows, looking at his bruised right eye. “Nothing,” He shrugged off. Before you could start interrogating him, you were cut off by a hand on your shoulder. “Hey Y/N!” Patty and a group of fellow cheerleaders approached you. “You were really awesome out there.” You started to smile. “Thanks Patty, you were great too!” She looked around seeing the Knights and Pinks looking at her. “Well...I came to see if you wanted a ride to the sleepover.” “Sleepover?” You tilted her head. “Yeah, Rey’s having a sleepover for the whole squad.” A string of whispers broke out amongst the other girls as Rey, Rose, and Kylo approached them. “Rey did you not invite her?” Patty crossed her arms. Rey was at a lost for words, as everyone stared at her. She was caught in the act and there was nothing she could do. “Oh, no. I-I I already promised Frenchie I’d go to her house, Rey asked me.” You replied. Patty’s scowling face returned to it’s happy expression. “Oh well, maybe next time.” Patty shrugged as all the girls made their way to their vehicles. It was an uneasy silence between Rey, Rose, and Kylo. Rose as usual, sending you an apologetic look as she hopped into the hornet. “I don’t know why you helped that girl, if it was me, I would’ve watched Patty tear her a new one.” All the girls laughed, except you, as you piled into the Studebaker.

It was a few minutes into the hour and laughter and music filled Frenchie’s room. A flash of the light from outside caught the girl's attention. Rizzo told them it was the boys and she was going out to have a little fun. “Hey, Kenickie.” Rizzo smiled. She glanced at Kylo, who was sulking in the passenger seat. “What’s with blueberry?” Kenickie looked at his friend and sighed. “I’m not here for you, I’m here for Y/N.” Rizzo rolled her eyes. She climbed back up with a disgusted attitude. “It’s for you.” She drudged past you. “Is it Juney?!” Frenchie asked, as her, Marnie and Jan ran to the window. “No, it’s her other Knight in greasy armor.” Throwing on a sweater and your white cheer sneakers, you climbed down to see Kenickie perched against his car. “Hey,” He said. “Um, he’s been like this for about a while, and I think you’re the only one who might do any good.” You sauntered towards your friend who just stared down at his hands. You leaned your hands against the window, tilting your head. ‘He should go talk to Rey, she is his girlfriend.’ a voice with a rather nasty attitude popped into your head. You shook it off, he was your best friend, before all of this. “Hey,” You whispered. “Do you want to go for a walk?” He started to remove himself from the car as his answer.

The walk was silent minus the scuffing of his boots and the jingle of your charm bracelet. “I’m sorry!” Both teens spat out in unison. A small laugh left both of your lips. “I’m sorry I nagged you into becoming a Knight. I should’ve never pushed you.” Your eyes seemed to grow wider at your apology. “To be honest, I don’t even think I’d look good in a leather jacket.” You began to ramble. “Well, I would, but I just don’t think I could wear it every day like you guys. Some outfits don’t require a leather jacket.” Kylo chortled at the way your eyes wandered around, somewhat picturing the outfit. “I wish you would’ve told me before I got this!” He pointed to his cheek. “Oh, I’m sorry.” You tsked. “At least you don’t have a black eye.” “Well, that’s the reason your ‘Knight in shining armor’ has one. And I’m sorry.” Kylo sighed. “I shouldn’t have spoken to you like that, I shouldn’t get so...Rey should’ve invited you. Whatever we have, is between us and no one else.” His hands moved through his hair. “And the reason I don’t want you to be a Knight is that I, I just, they’re all a bunch of nosebleeds and you’re too smart for that.” “Aren’t you one of those? And I hang out with you.” You said. He chuckled. “Ok, haha. You’re too good for all that and I just want to make sure, you’re ok, you know?” A hand slipped on his shoulder. “You don’t have to protect me.” Kylo shook his head. “Yeah, I know, but.” He just shrugged.

Silence set in once again before you asked the question that had been lingering in our mind.“So...I’m guessing you won. I’m not a Knight, right?” He rubbed his rough hand on the back of his neck. “Actually, Kenickie won. So you are a Knight.” Kylo watched as your (y/e/c) eyes lit up under the moonlight. “I was so preoccupied with beating Juney, I forgot about the others. And then, well, we fought.” He shrugged. “I-I I don’t know, maybe you shouldn’t get a leather jacket. You’re the only girl, so you should be special; I could get you denim jacket, or a letterman with a K, or a pin, or a necklace.” Kylo rambled on, forgetting you were there. “Aw how sweet, the Master of the Knights treating me all special, like a princess!” You teased, sticking your tongue out. He rolled his eyes. “Yeah, whatever Princess. As long as you remember who is running this joint.” Your melodic laugh ran through his ears and he couldn’t help but smile.

Kylo halted in his steps as he approached the middle of the block. You paused seeing the glum look on his face. “That’s her house.” He whispered. Shadows of girls moving about behind the yellow shades dance, while faint music could be heard in the background. He didn’t need to tell you that he and Rey weren’t on good terms at the moment, you could see it. “Hey,” He felt a tug on his jacket sleeve. “Go talk to her.” His feet moved with your pulling.”I-I, she won’t, what do I say.” You shrugged. “Something from your heart or a book. She seems like one of those romance fantasy stories readers.” Kylo’s breathing became heavier as you begin to pick up rocks to throw. Seeing his anxiety set in. Your dainty fingers fell across his broad shoulders. “Kylo relax, I’ll hide behind that bush and read you your lines ok?” The smile set on your face calmed his fears. His cheeks were rose stricken at the look you gave him, with shining eyes grew tired. He shook his head out of the trance and took a breath.

Getting the attention of Rey was enough to make him want to give up. Now the audience of the whole cheer squad watching was enough to make him back out. “But soft! What light through yonder window breaks?” The sound of your voice caused Kylo to turn to you. Your lips mouthed: ‘speak’. “But so-soft!” He looked at you once more for his line. “But soft! What light through yonder window breaks? It is the east, and Rey is the sun.” You shout-whispered.  “But soft! What light through yonder window breaks? It is the east, and Rey is the sun.” Kylo said aloud, which gained giggles from all of the girls and you. He shot you a menacing look for playing with him. You apologized and continued: “It’s you, my love.” And then he began repeating your every word. “I came here heart heavy, but now I’m left tongue-tied by your beauty. So hear my soul speak; Before I met you, I was living in the dark. Afraid and unaware. I was beginning to panic, wondering what to do but then I met you. But then I met you. And like the Sun, you brighten my day and cleared the gray skies and in the wake of the rain, you left rainbows as your footprints. For you are the center of my world and I am the sea that shines because of you.” Rey’s face was stained red at his choice of words. “For the moon, in all her beauty cannot touch you. For the moon and the stars and sky cannot come between what we have.” You whispered, which only gained the parted lips from Kylo. He couldn’t bring himself to say it, well because, you were the moon and if anything, it was the moon and the sea that were inseparable. Coaxing Kylo to speak, you tripped over a bush and landed on the ground. The girls tried to see over the large square bushes that separated the houses. “Is that Kenickie?” Rey asked. “Hey!” You said in a rather comical deep voice. Kylo chuckled knowing it wasn’t him. He went to continue, only to see Mr. Kenobi at the door. “Good evening, sir.” Kylo cleared his throat. Mr. Kenobi nodded. “What a wonderful soliloquy you performed for the whole house, Ben.” Kylo blushed again. “It is late, do you need a ride home?” Kylo shook his head. “No, I have one. Um...Good night.”

Everyone filled back into the house. Kylo sauntered over to you, who was now sitting upright on the neighbor’s lawn. “Need help, Princess?” He offered his hand and you accepted. You began to walk back to Rizzo’s house as it was getting late. “Where are those words from?” Kylo asked. “Some old quotes and just some things, I wouldn’t mind hearing myself. You know to boost my ego.” You chuckled. “I’m sure people boost your ego all the time, Princess.” “Princess? Is this my new name?” You cooed playfully. “Well, you had Knights fighting in your honor, so.” “Well, you and Juney started it.” You replied. He ran his hand through his dark locks. “You shouldn’t be talking to him. You’re just, you two wouldn’t work. It just can’t!” He exclaimed. “Why not?” You inquired more information. “He’s a phony! Juney’s real name is William Alfred Smith Jr., he’s like some hotel heir and he parades around like he doesn’t have the bread. He went to the most prestigious military school since I’ve known him, he’s a big nerd too; only rebels to get back at his father and when he comes back he gets in trouble. He’s been in juvie for almost the past two years you know?” Kylo spilled out everything. You walked silently taking everything in. “Well, I’m glad for your concern. But, you shouldn’t have told me about him going to jail.” You scolded. “Why?! He clearly hasn’t told you and I’m surprised you didn’t hear about.” Kylo scoffed. “Well, did you tell Rey about how and why you got expelled from DCP?” He fell silent. “That’s different.” He whispered. “Perhaps, but it’s something that should have been done by him.” Kylo kicked the rock in the street, mumbling to himself. “But, I knew he was different.” You turned to him. “When he walked me to the car, he quoted Thomas Malory.” You smiled thinking about how those amber eyes were both sweet and determined. “Who is Thomas Malory?” Kylo asked, still fixated on the rock. “He was the one who wrote about King Arthur and all those Knights.” Kylo still had a blank look. “I-I read that book you gave me.” He changed the subject. “Good! What part?” You smiled. “Well, the pigs are eating everything and the others don’t really dig it.” He laughed. “So you like it so far?” You asked. “So far, yes.” He smiled. You reached Rizzo’s house to see them all hanging out the window waiting for you. “Princess?” He held out his hands to boost you up the to the window. “My Knight.”

P.S: I started reading The Portrait of Dorian Grey.

[theindifferentdroid]

Bad Moon Rising: Part 7 [Modern!Kylo x Reader]

BMR Masterlist // AO3

A/N: Sorry for leaving y'all hanging earlier this week. I didn't realize how long the last part was when I wrote it so I split it up, and I love a good cliffhanger. I'm trying to plan the rest of this series out to 10 parts, but we'll see!

Word count: 2,200+

Your heart was beating so quickly that you felt faint. With all the strength you could muster, you snapped around quickly to attempt to defend yourself.  "Let me -"

A hand muffled your yelling and you were pushed against the wall. You fought hard, still trying to talk or yell or scream beneath the hand. Until you met their eyes. A pair of more familiar eyes. Brown eyes.

"Quiet down. He's still here." He removed his hand after he was sure you had relaxed.

"Kylo? You came?"

He only nodded curtly. He didn't look pleased.

"Wait," you whispered, pausing. "How do you know who ‘he’ is?"

"It's Hux."

Your stomach sank. You suddenly felt nauseous. It was so obvious now. How had you not noticed? You'd apparently repressed more of that night than you'd care to admit.

Words were having trouble forming in your mind. "How? What?"

Kylo interrupted you, saving you from stuttering. "I called him that night to bring you home since you wouldn't let me. We were obviously on better terms - Hey!"

You slapped his bicep, only realizing after how much it likely didn't affect him at all. Your voice was loud, octaves higher. "You did wh-?"

A hand landed over your mouth again, gently. Kylo didn't want to do it, but you were being foolish. "Do you want to get hurt?" he asked. You looked for any playfulness in his eyes, but there was none. He was completely serious. You reached up and grabbed his hand, removing it from your face. You intertwined your fingers into his and didn't let go. "Because I'm pretty sure that's what Hux wants to do. He's been acting weird this week. And when you called.... I figured he wants to hurt you to get at me. Because he knows who you are, and he knows how I feel..." He trailed off, hesitant. When he sighed, you felt his warm breath against your face. You tried not to think about how close his lips were to yours. "He knows how I feel about you."

You felt a gentle squeeze around your hand.

Kylo could tell by the look on your face that you hadn't expected him to say that. And he knew he shouldn't have. Not here, at least.

You stared at him with bated breath. Did he really just say that? And it had to be true. Hux wouldn't be after you if it weren't.

"Come on. We need to get you out of here."

Kylo kept a tight grip on your hand, leading you out the back of the diner. You kept quiet, literally biting your tongue. You were afraid to say anything. And, you'd never admit it, but you were afraid to cry, too.

He had parked right outside the back of the building, the black muscle car glinting from every bit of dim light. He let go of your hand, leaving you on the passenger side of the car. You hesitated but quickly realized now wasn't the time to be picky about strangers and cars.

Finally taking a seat inside, you tried to get comfortable. The black leather seats were warmed. You were thankful for that. Kylo took his place in the driver's seat. Leaning forward, he grabbed his gun from his waistband and placed it on the dashboard.

"Woah."

"What?" he huffed. "It's not going to go off if you don't touch it."

You glared at him silently.

"Fine." He picked it up and placed it into the glovebox.

"Thanks," you whispered, suddenly reminded of the reality of the situation.

He pulled out of the parking lot quickly before you could even tell him which way to go. You pointed towards the back of the car. "I, uh, live the other way."

"I'm not bringing you home."

"You think your house is any safer, the way Hux busted in there -"

"We're not going to my place either."

You looked at him and narrowed your eyes. You could barely see him in the darkness, and he wasn't looking at you. You couldn't get a read on him, but you had a feeling he was being serious. He didn’t seem to be in the mood for jokes tonight, not that he was that type of person to begin with.

He caught a quick glance at you out of his peripheral vision, and noticed you were staring at him. But you hadn't spoken.

"You're not going to ask me where we're going?"

You adjusted back into the pillowy leather seat and tilted your head into the rest, defeated. "I figured you wouldn't tell me anyway."

He let out a deep, quick laugh. "You're not wrong."

"Plus, I trust you."

That line hit him hard, twisted something in his chest. How could you trust him? After all he had put you though. Not that he'd meant to do any of it. He'd just wanted to protect you. But still, after all of that, how could you?

He wanted to say something back. But he didn't want you to see what you did to him. Or how shocked he was that you'd said that. So he just stayed quiet, pretending to concentrate on the car's quick maneuvers around the city, when he was anything but focused.

It wasn't long before the car rolled to a stop. Kylo reached across you, his arm brushing against your leg, to reach the gun in the compartment of front of you. You were sure he'd done it on purpose. He placed it back in his holster before getting out of the car. You startled when a stranger opened your door seconds later.  

"Ma'am."

You looked at the man, confused. You knew immediately he wasn't one of Kylo's people. He had a name tag and a uniform. Trying to figure out where you were, you noticed you were under a large, covered driveway with bright lights and a large revolving door. Frosted cursive writing in the windows signified the name of the establishment: The Palace.

Getting out of the car, you approached Kylo. "This is the nicest hotel in the city."

"Second nicest," he mumbled under his breath.

The two of you walked into the hotel lobby, warm air hugging you immediately.

"Have a seat," Kylo instructed. "I'll be right back."

Reluctantly, you separated from him and sat on one of the oversized sofas in the lobby. You kept your eyes on him, ashamed to admit you were almost scared to lose him. What if he just abandoned you here for no reason?

He looked incredibly professional. The way he held himself, shoulders back, slightly leaning against the counter. You could almost hear his voice from where you were, deep and confident. He turned to look at you briefly before saying something to the receptionist. You smiled at him, but he kept a straight face before turning back around. Then, he pulled out his wallet. Guilt surged through your chest suddenly. You knew you couldn't offer to pay for anything; you'd never be able to afford this.

He motioned for you from the counter. You followed as he began to walk deeper into the lobby, only catching up with him in the elevator, where he was waiting for you, holding the door open.

You nestled into the corner of the elevator, leaning against the railing on the opposite side. Kylo was distant, staying put by the elevator buttons, only seeming to be interested by the flashing numbers above the door. He couldn't bring himself to look at you. He didn't want to make the situation any more awkward than it already was. Being alone with you for a twenty floor ascent was bad enough.

Finally, the doors opened, breaking you out of your daze. You had been staring at Kylo the entire ride. Maybe he could feel your gaze because not once did he look at you.

Kylo walked quickly and purposefully, his heavy steps padded by the thick carpeting of the hallway.  You followed somewhat closely behind, not able to keep up with his large strides without jogging.

The room was at the dead end of the hall. You stood by the window while Kylo fiddled with the key card, and you could feel the cold seeping in through the window seams.

He held the door open for you, and you proceeded inside, met with the grandeur of the room. After a quick assessment, you realized you didn't even see a bed; this was only the living area.

"Is - is this a suite?"

He ignored your question. "Get some rest," Kylo said softly, before stepping back into the hallway, letting the door close behind him.

You were at the door in a few quick strides, pulling it open before it shut and poking your head out. "Hey!"

Kylo paused in the hall. "What?" he barked.

"You're just going to leave me here?"

"That's the plan."

You scoffed, mostly at Kylo, but at yourself too. You felt toyed with, but whose fault was that? You initiated contact, you were the one who literally called for help. But you wanted answers, too. You deserved them. Especially if what he said back at the diner was actually true, that Hux was going after you. And that other part, about how he feels about you...

"Can we talk about any of this first?" you pleaded, voice cracking.

Looking around the hall for other guests, Kylo proceeded back to the room, standing just outside the door. He stared at his feet. "To be honest, no. Not right now." He paused, finally making eye contact with you for the first time since the diner. "I have some work to do."

You knew what he meant by 'work,' and you didn't even want to think about it.

"We'll talk when I get back. Don't wait up, though." He turned to walk away, calling once more from a few paces down the hall. "And don't open that door for anyone."

You watched as he disappeared down the hallway. You were alone. Again.

You turned your attention to your home for the night. Walking through the rooms, you noticed all the little details in an effort to distract yourself from why you were actually there. The crown molding was large and intricately carved.  Thick layers of drapes covered the windows. The hues were rich and comforting, all deep shades of crimson and gold. Once you reached the bedroom, you saw, as expected, the overwhelming numbers of pillows adorning the king sized bed. You were about to jump in when you noticed the mini bar fridge, then the bathroom just beyond it, the soaking tub calling your name.

"Hell yes."

You fixed yourself a drink, all the while telling yourself you deserved it, and reassuring yourself that if Kylo left you here he should have expected you consume something out the room.

You ran the bath water, making it as hot as you could stand. By the time the tub had filled, your glass was empty, the buzz making you unashamed to undress, even though you'd have no idea when Kylo would return.

The water was just below scalding, your skin tingling from the heat, but you submerged yourself quickly, the pain eventually turning into relief. This was the perfect release for the last weeks' events. Though Kylo sent you here for completely unrelated reasons, you couldn't help but think there was a little gamesmanship to his decision.

Once the water had cooled slightly, you dunked your head below the surface. Holding your breath, you heard nothing but your heart beat in your ears. Your worries poured from your mind, melting away under the water. You felt safe in this room, under the water, hidden away behind layers. Untouchable.

You popped up quickly, though, gasping. Idle minds. 

Kylo. You were suddenly worried sick for him. You had never truly thought of him while he was "working." He wasn't even really yours to worry about, but you did anyway. What if he got hurt? What if he never came back?

You couldn't relax anymore, not with your heart rate going as fast as it was. You got out the bath, your fingertips signaling it was time to emerge anyway. You dried off and stared at your clothes on the floor, not wanting to put them back on. The robe hanging on the bathroom door was a little more inviting.

The bed was just as comfortable as you had imagined. After pushing nearly half the pillows on the ground, you snuggled up against the quilted headboard, propping yourself up. It was late, but you turned on the television, determined to stay awake until Kylo returned, despite what he'd said.

With each switch of the channels, you couldn't stay focused. Within minutes, you'd be staring off into the room, your thoughts occupied by Kylo. Was he okay? What exactly what was he doing? Why did he bring you here?

Did he want you as much as you wanted him?

You couldn't help it. He really left you no choice but to be filled with questions, dumping you at a luxury hotel, all mysterious and sly like he did.

The only thing that could keep you from thinking those thoughts was sleep. You snagged another mini bottle of liquor from the bar, downing it straight in a few sips, wishing for sleep to take you. Soon enough, the soft embrace of the bed was no match for your heavy eye lids as the flickering light of the TV lulled you into dreamland.

Part 8