#so the Arkanis General looks like Hux

[solohux]

The Arkanian legend of Vice General Valentine is one that Hux knows well. During a period of intense civil war that split the planet in two halves, the Vice General held secret ceremonies for lovers on opposite sides of the war who wanted to marry, to bond. He was eventually found, of course, and his treachery led to his death but the centuries old tale is honoured once a year on Valentine’s Day, a day that celebrates love in all of its forms.

When the calendar notification flashes up on his datapad, Hux scrunches his nose up in disgust. It makes him want to throw his datapad across his chambers but instead, he huffs with revulsion and sits up straighter in his bed. Ridiculous; of all the things to commend, he can hardly believe that his people would choose to honour someone who was a traitor to his own allegiance. Valentine’s Day is nothing more than a commercial trap that is set for half-witted fools who believe that they’re in the throes of infatuation, and it makes Hux sick to his stomach.

“Happy Valentine’s Day, lover.”

Hux frowns, but accepts the kiss from Kylo anyway. The Knight gives him a gentle peck on the lips before moving to kiss both of his cheeks, forehead and nose before handing a cup of Hux’s morning caf to him.

“How do you know about Valentine’s Day?” Hux asks, happily taking the beverage.

“It’s a Chandrillan tradition,” Kylo says, sitting down on the bed. He sets his hand upon Hux’s leg and rubs it absentmindedly; Hux silently admits how much these small actions of affection mean to him. “A Lieutenant of the Chandrillan army went against the orders of his superior officer to forbid her to marry someone she loved. Something about him having familial links to an enemy. But he married him anyway, and the two performed covert marriage ceremonies for people in the same situation. They eventually became The Lords Valentine. People from Chandrilla honour them once a year on Valentine’s Day.”

“That’s not the story,” Hux scoffs. “And it’s a tale from an Arkanis legend, not from Chandrilla.”

“I know my history, Hux.”

“As do I, Ren. Valentine’s Day is an annual celebration of love on Arkanis.“

“On Chandrilla too.”

The likelihood of a military man with the same name becoming involved in secret marriage ceremonies on two completely different planet seems far too impossible for Hux’s logical mind to comprehend but he sees the softness in Kylo’s eyes and decides not to challenge it any further. And then, he sees something else.

The room is covered in red roses; petals are scattered everywhere and on every surface whilst long-stemmed roses stand proudly in perfect arrangements in vases. There must be hundreds of them, all seemingly glittering in the low light of their bed chambers. The sight of them surrounding him is one of the most beautiful things that Hux has ever seen.

“Ren,” Hux sighs with a smile. “What’s this?”

“Like I said, Happy Valentine’s Day, lover,” Kylo says as a large bunch of roses float elegantly into his open hand. He holds them out to Hux, who takes them and inhales their fresh aroma.

“I didn’t get you anything,” Hux says dejectedly. “I’ve never…I’ve never had to before.”

“You’ve already given me everything I need, Hux,” Kylo says, leaning in closely until his lips are almost upon Hux’s. “You’re my air. You’re my heart. You’re my galaxy. What else could I ever need?”

Perhaps Valentine’s Day isn’t so ridiculous after all, now that he has someone to share his love with.

[presbierue]

This is a head canon I have held for so long I have to frequently have to remind myself it’s not real but here we go.

I think Armitage Huxes mother was half Alderaanian, half Arkanian.

Hear me out.

So this head canon was born in the year 2016. I had just watched my 3rd Star Wars movie (TFA) and was desperate to know what would happen next. I had watched Phantom Menace and most of the Clone Wars growing up, so I trusted the consistency of lore across tie-in media (I am the only sci fi fan in my family and relied heavily on what was available on television). And very quickly after TFA I read Bloodline by Claudia Grey and it remains one of my fav Star Wars books. I trusted everything in Bloodline would be used to help define the prequels as it was one of the only canonical post-original trilogy media pieces at the time (it was an optimistic time where I thought they 100% knew exactly where they were going with the sequels).

There are a few short sequences in Bloodline that justify this line of thinking, but they all reinforced the idea that Arkanis and Alderaan have been allied for hundreds of years. It’s like a D plot, but Leia Organa was in line to potentially take over as the figurehead monarch of Birren but turned it down and it went to an Arkanian. This was because Birren was settled by both Arkanis and Alderaan, so either planet could put forward a noble when the current monarch died without children and Leia just happened to be the closest living relative (and Alderaan was gone). But that’s kind of weird, right? Like, Canada and Denmark technically share jurisdiction of Hans Island but no one lives there so there isn’t a division of national allegiances. But either way, it implied Alderaan and Arkanis were on good terms; they didn’t war over control of Birren and shared it to the point that which monarchy takes priority is a matter of who married in last (it is somehow not a conflict of interests in terms of an independent world being influenced by other monarchs). Dual citizenship might have been a thing (loyalty to two or more monarchs). Like yeah, Leia not being eligible for her own throne was a thing but it does imply that if the Organas adopted Luke as well and they never fought the Empire, Luke would be king of Birren.

Where was I? Oh yeah, Arkanis. Armitage Hux’s home world.

So these two worlds functionally had split custody of Birren in terms of who could be constitutional monarch. So both Arkanians and Alderaanians would have probably intermarried and shared cultural knowledge with each other on Birren for hundreds of years. They likely still visit their extended relatives on their progenitor worlds and have good tourism opportunities with each other and have exchange programs for children and stay engaged with each other via things similar to the commonwealth games (all the British Colonies meet up every few years and have their own separate Olympics). Like these worlds probably have a high degree of influence on each other and would ally with the other under duress because their citizens needs are kind of interlinked in this relationship. And when Alderaan is destroyed, the largest remaining communities of Alderaanians would be on Birren and potentially Arkanis. The Empire probably intensified their presence on Birren and Arkanis immediately after Alderaan to prevent the Rebellion from getting a foothold there (too many sympathetic relatives), and may have contributed to why it was so late to leave Arkanis afterwards (they had a stockpile of resources to help suppress any public uprisings so they could fight there longer).

Arkanians also look incredibly human (just super pale skin and hair if you squint at Dagan Gera you can’t even really tell he isn’t human and he is in the canon so Arkanians as a species do exist). So it could be hard to distinguish who is descended from who on these worlds after a few generations.

This isn’t really enough to tell me what Armitage Huxs mother looks like, but it does tell me a little about the kind of worlds she might have grown up in and why a very human looking maid was on Arkanis. Because yeah, Armitage Hux is definitely very human looking (Star Wars genetics are unclear and trait expression is really varied in our world but they don’t have the actor in any makeup for the role so I’m leaning on that). But Arkanis has its own species, so why is a human woman on Arkanis as working as a maid (a role in literature that is usually used to indicate a character is low class/impoverished). Either she didn’t have better options (no access to Alderaan or other wealthy human worlds) or took the position in order to spy on imperial inhabitants of the house (likely for the rebellion or Saw Gerrera). Either way, she probably would have looked like she belonged on Arkanis. She fit the environment she was in enough that it didn’t warrant analysis or note. But also she probably didn’t look alien enough to gross out the Imperials living there.

So Hux’s Mum might be an Arkanian who largely appears Alderaanian. Her parents may be a first or second generation Alderaanian and Arkanian or entirely from Birren. It wouldn’t likely be super apparent based on her appearance alone. The Empire probably wouldn’t super care about the differences either after the destruction of Alderaan. She’d be the worst of both worlds: an alien (the Empire doesn’t like them) and a human traitor (any Alderaanian is likely going to be a rebellion sympathizer by the time Armitage is conscious). If this theory is true, she was probably executed as a traitor, regardless of whether she was a spy or not. It would have been easy for Brendol or Maratelle to have her killed at any time and both of them have reasons to hate her (mistress/mother of a child they see as embarrassing).

I just like the angst it add to Armitage Hux’s character. Because a part of why he builds Starkiller becomes an affirmation of his Imperial/First Order identity: that he IS human, he ISN’T Alderaanian or Arkanian, and that he IS as good if not better than the original Imperials. He DESERVES to lead, to hold power. He isn’t a traitor like his mother who he would have been compared against for his entire childhood. Hell, he probably never met an Alderaanian or Arkanian who wasn’t in objectively horrifying conditions and he would probably would be at least a little terrified of ending up like them (my guess is he would have seen them as prisoners of war towards the end of the Empire). So he aligns extra hard with the Empire.

On a deeper, more subconscious level he’d lack the insight to get into, he probably hate Leia Organa for her role in Alderaans destruction. For her being strong enough to stop the Empire but not save her people (his people, to an extent). For her not being able to stop whatever suffering his mother was (or maybe worse, is still being) subjected to. Hux wants Leia and the New Republic to suffer as much as he’s seen others in his boat suffer. Because Leia is a Nobel who escaped the worst of the war but is the visible link between the Death Star and Alderaan. Yet she escaped starvation. Years of abuse. Losing absolutely everyone (the originals do end on a happy note). And it isn’t fair. Any suffering Armitage Hux causes would be justified in his own mind as an equalization of the horrors he and others have been through.

Also, betraying the First Order because you see an opportunity to reconcile your traumas and complex identity, and that others deserve that as well feels a bit more narratively fulfilling than spite.

[not-so-allegiant-general]

Hux making up the heroic story about the siege of Arkanis and about Brendol as a great leader, in his speeches. Simply because it's believable to both new officers and old ones, who had misshaped perception of his father or didn't know him well.

Hux giving wonderful speeches to his soldiers, making up story after story, painting his father as First Order hero.

Hux listening to people telling him how his father would be surly proud of him. How he must be proud of being a son of someone like Brendol Hux.

Hux talking about continuing Brendol's legacy, trying not to vomit.

Hux nervously fidgeting with his code cylinder under the table when, during a meeting, someone mentioned the siege of Arkanis.

Hux listening to all this praises for Brendol and wanting to scream, because he accidentally made his father immortal.

And Pryde.

Pryde who knows a bit more about Armitage's relationship with Brendol.

Pryde observing this from a distance, a little disturbed.

Pryde watching once as the most disgusting and obnoxious man he saw in his life, is talking about Brendol to Hux's face with such a delight and adoration that Hux became first a bit green, then awfully pale. He didn't even flinch when the man, Colonel Yellen, called him a bastard, somewhere between the lines.

And Pryde for the first time in his life, stepped in.

"General Hux." Everybody flinched and stood at attention, but Hux only turned his head slowly to look at him.

"Allegiant General Pryde." He said, but he wasn't there. His eyes were empty.

"I have an urgent matter to discus with you."

"Of course." Hux followed him automatically, but Pryde quickly made sure to be a step behind Hux. Just to be sure that the man is not going to collapse. In silence, he let Hux choose the way, and quickly they were before the general's quarters. Only then, Hux furrow his brows and look at Pryde a bit more sober. "You said… We have to talk?." He was clearly confused.

He doesn't remember, Pryde realized.

" I was simply escorting you to your quarters." He said "Have a good night, general." He nodded curtly and left him.

Hux watched after him for a while and then entered his rooms. He spent the rest of the night vomiting.

Pryde on the other hand, spent the rest of the night making Colonel Yellen's evening so miserable that the man was found dead in his bed the next morning.

[practically-an-x-man]

Indigo + Hux Role Swap AU? Where Indigo is the one super high up in the ranks and Hux is the lowly Force-sensitive mechanic?

Ooooooh I like this!

Send a Pairing + AU Setting

Let's see here...

Alright, first things first, Hux canonically hates the Force so he would not do well to have it at his fingertips, I think. He'd probably suppress it for as long as he could, both out of fear that it would be exploited by the Order and out of his own personal discomfort. I think it would be neat if we kept most of his backstory: he still grew up on Arkanis, still went through the whole military regiment and dealt with his father, but instead of coming out of it successful, he got buried under all the other recruits and ended up in a forgotten position on the ship. He's constantly reminded of who his father is and how he could've been great, and it makes him resentful - especially since he knows he still could be powerful, he has the Force, but he can't stand to touch it.

Indie would be equally uncomfortable in her new role. It's essentially the opposite story: she rose from nothing on Corellia, spent years clawing her way up the ranks largely as a matter of safety (she can never be sent back to Corellia or forgotten if she's one of the most powerful, dangerous people in the galaxy, right?) but inwardly she's plagued with imposter syndrome and disgust. There are better people for the role, people with training, people who know what they're doing, and she's here? And on top of that, she's expected to be callous towards the deaths of so many others like her. She's a broken woman in the shell of a fearless general.

At first, I could see resentment between them, at least from afar: Indie envies the mechanics for being out of the public eye, away from all the expectations, while Hux envies Indie for being given the position he worked so hard for. Total enemies-to-lovers stuff right here.

Eventually, the war grows to new complexities and half the other generals are either fired or killed, and Indie finds herself in a position she's very much unprepared for. She doesn't know military strategy, war theory, anything like that, and she's at the point where she can't just go off common sense and intuition anymore. But she looks through the files and finds that someone on the ship happened to graduate from one of the most prestigious military academies in the galaxy...

[enkisstories]

Rose and Armitage took the submerged holodisc to the academy commons, where they found the tools needed to clean it. According to the logo on it, the disc had been submerged in the pond ever since the time of the empire. At best that had been forty years, at worst sixty.

Slowly the holo loaded...

Hologram: "I am Captain Maratelle Pencroft of the Alliance for the Restoration of the Republic. Those who view this will know me under a different name, of course. It is you I'm recording this holo for, not some faceless future generation historian. Therefore I'm going to program this message to react to certain keyphrases, accusations and questions you probably want to toss at me now. Shoot!"

Rose: "The name rings a bell... distantly."

Armitage: "Maratelle Hux was my fathers wife. We were told she got left behind during the chaos when Arkanis got attacked by the rebels, that's why I had always pictured her as a helpless housewife. Now it looks like she defected, and everyone covered that up."

Rose: "I guess... if she'd been an evil stepmom, you'd remember her. So she was more on the neglectful side?"

Armitage: "Looks like it. I wonder... It may be worth a shot..."

Armitage: "Armitage Hux. Parentage."

Maratelle: "Keyphrase recognized. Begin playback."

Maratelle: "Armitage... I know of you. Can't say I know you, because of a dirty trick the empire played on both of us. For the longest time I was under the impression that you were the result of an affair of my husband's from shortly before I married him. I want to think that I'll get a chance to make up for me having avoided you for five years and that we are watching this together. But what are the chances?

In any case, if you asked this particular question, you must already have suspected that Brenny is not your father. Your birth mother is a technician, very young, but very talented. She's in charge of the acdemy's droids. One day a boy her own age came to the academy looking for work. His name was Dathan, he was distressed, maybe on the run from the law. Him and your mother fell in love, or maybe it was only natural that a kitchen scullion and a repair girl of the same generation would dally around, in any case their relationship resulted in your birth. Soon afterwards Dathan ran away, and my husband started pretending that he was your sire. I cannot imagine why Brendol would cover for this perfect stranger, especially since at times it put a lot of strain on our marriage. Maybe some day we'll learn."

When no more questions got asked in the following silence, the hologram booted down. A name stood in the room: Dathan. To Maratelle is had been just two meaningless syllables, but Rose and Armitage had heard it before. A Dathan who had reason to not stay in the same place for too long, who would have been of the correct age in 4 or 5 ABY and who carried Palpatine's blood...

Eventually Rose cleared her throat and spoke up.

Rose: "Lies upon lies upon half-truths and vital information withheld. That's how Palpatine kept his power over people. Pryde... Maratelle... Brendol... and you. But that's going to end! By my hand and yours and by..."

Armitage: "Can we maybe not speak it out loud?"

Rose: "...your sister's. What's so bad about Rey being your little sis? She's great!"

Armitage: "Because that makes Kylo Ren my brother in law!"

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Note: I toyed with this idea for a different fic, but decided to use it here when the Reaper's Rewards event started. It's not a headcanon that would remain constant between all my stories.

[miscellaneousjo]

Introducing my OC: The daughter of General Hux and Captain Phasma! I haven't gotten to this part of my fanfic universe yet, but I wanted to show people my awesome OC.

Quotev Link:

Full Name: Brienne Gwendoline Hux (yes, she was named after Brienne of Tarth and Gwendoline Christie. In my AU the characters and the actors are separate people and they're all good friends with eachother, almost to the point of being siblings. Hux and Phasma also thought the name had an air of strength and sophistication to it, so yeah).

Nickname: Bri

Sex: Female

Species: Human

Homeworld(s): Arkanis, Parnassos (in my AU, at this point they're working on making Parnassos habitable again, and had made significant progress by the time she was born, so she considers both planets her home planet, even though she mostly only goes to Parnassos for family functions and vacations).

Time Period: Post-Sequel Era.

Family: Armitage Hux, Phasma (Parents), Brendol Hux(Grandfather, and yes, he's alive, unfortunately), Rae Sloane (Grandmother-figure), Keldo (Uncle), Frey (cousin), Torben, Siv, Gosta, Carr, Ylva (Aunt and Uncle figures), Torbi (Cousin-figure), Rey Skywalker, Ben Solo, Finn, Rose Tico, Poe Dameron, Zorii Bliss (Aunt and Uncle figures), Other Sequel-Squad kids (Cousin figures).(Yes, the Scyre Clan is alive and well in this AU. The people of Parnassos are very good at faking their deaths, I guess, lol. Also, as I always say, THE POWER OF FANFICTION!!!).

Relationship With Family: 

Parents: Bri loves her parents very much, and strives to make them proud, but this pressure can sometimes get to her head (This makes her similar to her cousin-figure, Hope). Her father doesn't want her to be pressured, and doesn't need her to be the best at anything in order to earn and maintain his love. Hux doesn't want his daughter to end up like him, and doesn't want her to resent him like he resents his father. Bri knows this, and doesn't resent her father one bit, but still feels pressured to be the best. Phasma spoils Bri a little, but makes sure she doesnt take it for granted: after all, Phasma didn't have any of the luxuries Bri has growing up. Phasma makes sure Bri knows how to protect herself, and Hux is always happy to help her with her homework. They're both very protective of her, as she is their only child and they don't want to lose her (they dont exactly baby her, but sometimes it can feel that way). They're not the 'rub some dirt in it' kind of parents when she gets hurt. Instead they make sure she's okay and patch her up (or if Auntie Siv is around, have her patch her up), always reminding her that what doesn't kill her only makes her stronger. 

Grandfather: Bri resents her grandfather for bullying and abusing her father. She wishes he stayed dead after her parents killed him the first time. Brendol keeps trying to insert himself into her life so he can manipulate her, but Bri and her family are having none of it. 

Grandmother-figure: ​​​​Bri looks up to Rae Sloane, and aspires to be strong and confident like her and Phasma. She also appreciates her for looking out for her father. Rae is more of a grandmother to Bri than both of her father's biological parents combined.

Uncle Keldo: ​​​Keldo is a lot more cautious and less violent than Phasma, and tries to instill these values in Bri. However, he must acknowledge that it is better to be prepared for violence, and have it not occur, than naively assume it won't happen. This is something he has learned from Phasma; its better to be a warrior in a garden, than a gardener in a war (I saw that quote on Pinterest somewhere). 

Other Aunts and Uncles: Bri is very close with the entire Scyre clan, and they all dote on her, like they did for Frey. The rest of her aunts and uncles love her, and Finn especially loves telling Bri the story about how he threw her mom in the trash compactor. Phasma jokes that Finn is actually Bri's brother, which Finn hates (Bri also jokes about Finn being her brother, just to mess with him, but Finn definitely takes on a more Uncle role for her). Torben would give her piggy back rides when she was little, and can still pull it off as she gets older. Siv was usually the one to patch her up when she scraped her knee or got other injuries while visiting Parnassos.

Cousins/Cousin Figures: (Also for AU info Frey got reset to 5 when she was resurrected and Torbi got set to 3, because idk fanfiction logic). Bri looks up to Frey very much, and admires her greatly. Frey, in turn, admires her Aunt Phasma, so it's a familial zig-zag of admiration (that probably sounds stupid, lol). Frey teaches Bri how to stand up for herself and how to be confident. Bri and Torbi would play a lot with Frey growing up (or for Frey and Torbi, growing up again) and would go on 'adventures' exploring the woods surrounding the Hux estate on Arkanis, or the rocky spires of the Scyre Territory on Parnassos. They never went too far, though, at least not without an adult. Frey knew better than to wander too far from the safety of adults, and she wasn't about to put her little cousins in danger. At least, not on purpose.

-There was one incident where, while exploring the woods surrounding the Hux estate, the girls lost track of time, and before they knew it, it was dark. They got lost, and Frey ended up starting a fire to keep everyone warm while they figured out how to get back. Thankfully, they weren't gone too long, as Phasma went out and rescued the girls. She wasn't mad, but told all three girls to keep better track of time next time.

Anyway, Bri is also really close with the rest of the Sequel Squad's kids, espscially her older cousin-figure Hope Solo. They both feel they have a lot to live up to with their parents being who they are, and as they grow up, they learn from experience and eachother to not let the pressure get to them.

Friends: Frey, Torbi, all the Sequel-Squad kids. They grew up together, so it only makes sense.

Enemies: Snoke, Palps, Grampa Brendol (as she calls her paternal grandfather), Captain Cardinal.

Reason for being enemies: Snoke and Palps should be a no-brainer, for all the stuff they did to the galaxy and her family and friends. Brendol because of all the horrible things he's done to her father. Cardinal because of all the stuff he did to her mother's family as 'revenge' against Phasma (I'd recommend reading my fanfic "Star Wars Academy" to get more context, not just for this but the whole AU:

Lover: N/A (Hux and Phasma joke that she's not allowed to date until she's 30).

Appearance: Curly red hair (because any Hux must have red hair, IT'S THE LAW) that goes to about her shoulder blades. Usually she leaves it down or in a low ponytail. Sky blue eyes, with a very intense stare (like her mom). Pale skin with freckles sprinkled across her cheeks. She's about 6'2, right between her parents in height, so she's pretty tall. She's got an Amazonian build, much like her mother.

Usual Clothes: Black tanktop, fingerless gloves, armband with Norse runes (to call back to the Scyre Clan being partly inspired by viking culture). Gray camo pants with lots of pockets (to fit all your weapons, of course!), Black Combat boots. Belt with a holster for a blaster and pockets for knives (her mother taught her there's no such thing as too many weapons). On cooler days she'll wear a long sleeve black shirt and/or a black sweater. 

Accessories: Chromium cuff bracelets (think Wonder Woman's bulletproof bracelets). Pearl earrings. 

Tattoos/Birthmarks/Freckles/Moles/Scars: Freckles sprinkled across her cheeks, a few stray scars from various childhood adventures, mostly on/around her elbows and knees, with a few on her hands as well. One notable scar is on the side of her lower right leg, from scraping it really bad on one of the rocky spires on Parnassos (it ended up needing stitches, thankfully Siv wasn't too far). She has another faint one on her left cheek from falling face-first on the ground, also on Parnassos. Later on she sustains some more scars on other parts of her body from the occasional skirmishes. Phasma calls Bri's scars her 'battle scars'. 

Abilities: Bri has been trained in a variety of weapons by her mother, and seems to be best with knives. She's very skilled with blasters as well. She's also skilled at hand-to-hand combat to the point where she can break bones with her bare hands if her opponent isnt careful. She's also fairly academically smart, thanks to her father, and well-versed in battle strategy.

Personality: Bri is a very loud and bold person, and is very confident and sassy. She's quick-witted and headstrong. But deep down, she is also insecure about her abilities, and is a major perfectionist. She is always striving for perfection, and can burn herself out if she isn't stopped. She'll spend all night studying or practicing or working out, and one or both of her parents have to get her to go to bed. Sometimes her desire to prove herself can lead her to be reckless and bite off more than she can chew, and either her parents or some other family member need to come rescue her, which only furthers her insecurity. But as she and her cousin Hope grow older, they both learn to overcome their insecurities, partly from eachother. 

Introvert/Extrovert/Ambivert: Extrovert. 

Good Traits: Confident, quick-witted, headstrong, independent, smart, proud, reliable, brave, loyal, observant (especially in combat, i.e. scanning for weaknesses), hard working, 

Bad Traits: Insecure, perfectionist, a bit reckless, overly-independent, loud, sassy (sometimes coming off as sarcastic), a bit impulsive, impatient, can sometimes come off as aggressive when she's angry, overworker.

Likes: The outdoors, rock-climbing, exploring, boxing (she ends up on her school's female boxing team in her teenage years, and later becomes captain of the team, and yes, that is a reference to her mother's rank in the war), being independent and self-sufficient, action movies, history books, especially war stories, seafood, shiny things.

Dislikes: Losing her independence, failure, being not good enough, bullies, stormtrooper helmets (they block her vision, she doesnt understand how her mom could work in them), needles (not necessarily a fear, just a dislike),

Strengths: Being physically fit, she is skilled in both armed and hand-to-hand combat. She's also well-versed in battle strategy, and fairly academically intelligent.

Weaknesses: Her need to prove herself can cause her to be reckless, which can get her into trouble. Her overconfidence is her weakness (yes, that is another reference), leading her to take on more than she is capable of. She overworks to the point of being harmful.

Hobbies: Hiking, rock and tree climbing, boxing, target-practicing (blasters, throwing knives, bow & arrow, you name it), reading,

Fun Facts:

-Rumor has it her first word was 'murder'. She and her parents neither confirm nor deny this.

-When she was little she called Frey 'Frey-Frey', which everyone finds super cute.

-She's inherited her mom's appreciation for shiny things.

-She's also a major cat person (of course).

-When she was first brought home from the hospital, Millicent looked at her curiously, and then did that super cute forehead-touch thing. Immediate connection, and it's adorable.

So yeah, that's Brienne :)

[thegreatwicked]

Forget the Storm

Forget the Storm

A One Shot in a galaxy Where the Bad Guys Win 

TheGreatWicked

Summary: General Hux takes some rarely used, yet long-accrued personal leave to visit his homeworld, Arkanis, and visit his wife. He arrives amidst one of the famous downpours to find his wife has never experienced a thunderstorm. Shocked, he helps her forget the storm. 

Inspired by a TikTok by Lady In Writing, called Thunderstorms. AU, where Hux doesn’t die and the bad guys obviously win.

Pairing: Hux/OFC, Selene

Rating: Explicit; graphic depictions of sex. Minors do not interact.

I am not what many would consider a man of many pleasures. I don’t laugh, I don’t consort with my inferiors, I am not one for dalliances and I do not smile, or if I do, it’s rarely a good thing for those around me. Just ask the rebels I had executed last week, oh wait, you can’t.

There aren’t many things in this galaxy that bring a true smile to my face, and I’m well aware that people think me to be grumpy, with a permanent scowl on my face, completely unable to find enjoyment of any sort but the fact is, they’re quite wrong. I am a man of unwavering dedication and strict discipline and once something is in my sight, I never let it go. And it’s an attitude like that, that will someday see me ruling this galaxy.

However, today, ruling the galaxy is the last thing on my mind. As I stride purposefully toward the hanger where my personal shuttle awaits me, there’s a lightness in my step and a softness that I rarely exhibit. Something tugs at the corner of my mouth and if I’m not careful, I feel in danger of a blasphemous smile breaking across my face. It is difficult to maintain my usual sternness, as even my steps have an uncharacteristic ease to them, but I must only maintain this for a bit longer.

Those who cross my path, feel that, perhaps, something is different about me today and they’re quite right, the disparity in my behavior is discernable enough that those who deal with me every day can tell. They can see by the way I pass my subordinates and I don’t bother to stop to demand my customary salute, some may think I am angrier than usual but in fact, I am simply indifferent. On the other hand, some may see my aloofness as perhaps me just being in a rare good mood, given my lack of barking orders. No need to really, it’s not out of charity that I ignore what I usually wouldn’t, I have people for that.

Today is different because it’s been weeks in the making and planning, but I’m only a few short hours away from my homeworld of Arkanis; a place I never, in a hundred years thought I would look forward to returning to.

That is, until recently, I’ve never had a reason to return to it. It’s the reason I’m in such good spirits today. I don’t return to the ghosts of my past, nor do I return to an empty house. It is her; my wife.

Selene.

A woman who captivates me in all things, in ways I never thought possible and has from the moment I met her. In her presence, my disposition undergoes a remarkable transformation, though none are witness to it, as I suspect Rens does when he returns to that woman of his, that desert girl. As much as I dislike to acknowledge such a factor, in that regard, he and I are the same.

An intellect sharp enough to cut yourself on, unwavering dedication to me, and a ruthlessness that I admit, I had underestimated in the past. And, of course, beautiful in a way that transcends physical appearance. She is my equal in all things. 

It seems so strange to me now, that our marriage began as something of a political stunt; one meant to present a polished image of the First Order to the galaxy. It was simple propaganda, which I had been less than thrilled by when the arrangement had been presented to me. Although, I must admit, the very notion of being selected for such a role did serve to stroke my ego, considerably. It was both flattering and irritating.

Being the youngest general in the First Order, loyal, ambitious, handsome in my own right, and of course an impressive military lineage dating back to the Empire. They had said I was a natural choice, and in that regard they were right. But a wife? That had been the last thing on my mind, I was neither interested in finding a wife nor keeping up with one, and the concept of monogamy was as interesting to me at the ridiculous space wizardry of the Force. I liked my freedom to do as I wish or fuck who I liked, Selene had simply been another name on a list.

The entire hanger snaps to a salute as I enter it and I try to look a little more irritated but it’s growing increasingly difficult because with each step I take toward my shuttle, I am that much closer to her.

With each precise step, I march through the hangar, my heart racing with an eagerness I'm careful not to show outwardly. The troops stands at attention, a sea of crisp salutes and rigid stances, all eyes fixed on their departing general. My head remains held high, an image of unwavering resolve as I approach the waiting shuttle.

The protocol demands that I maintain an air of control and discipline, even though every fiber of my being longs to sprint towards that shuttle, to escape this moment of tedious formality. The atmosphere in the hangar is charged with anticipation though only I feel it, but I must endure the final briefings from my subordinates, as they rattle off last-minute details regarding Starkiller Base’s ooperations during my absence.

I listen, my patience thinly veiled by my standard curt responses. Time is of the essence, and I can't afford to waste it on trivial matters, but I know it to be a monster of my own making. From a time when I wanted complete and precise adherence to my instruction and command, no detail was too small to escape my attention. Before Selene; when the most important thing to me was my duties. Every question they pose is met with my trademark sharpness, a reminder that I have no patience for idle chatter. I yearn to be on that shuttle, en route to Arkanis.

~~~

Finally, I ascend the ramp of my shuttle, a place where I can escape the incessant inquiries and mundane concerns. The door seals shut behind me, and I'm left in blissful silence. In this solitude, I can shed the facade and allow my true emotions to surface.

Taking a seat in my private quarters, I recline slightly, a rare moment of respite. The pilot's voice breaks through my thoughts, informing me that we'll depart as soon as we receive clearance. I nod, acknowledging the information, but my mind is already far ahead, racing towards the reunion awaiting me on Arkanis.

In the silence of my private quarters, my mind wanders, back to the beginning of our marriage and how shocked I had been at the whole thing, and how it had become something far more profound. I hadn’t expected such an undeniable connection or the common ground we shared that extended beyond the realm of politics, we complimented each other remarkably well, our strengths and weaknesses intertwining in perfect harmony. 

But the truth of the matter that surprised me more than I expected, was that I enjoyed being the recipient of Selene’s affections. In the quiet moments we shared, when there were no other eyes on us, I was shocked to discover the delights of having someone I could trust, fuss, and fawn over me. The way she ran her hands over my uniform’s crisp lines, searching for imperfections, with an eye as keen as my own. It was amusing to no end for me, how she held the same high standards I did and if I was being completely honest? I relished in the knowledge that whenever I strode about in my uniform, she couldn’t take her eyes off me. The solace I found in her company had been remarkable, her every word and fleeting glance, all of it, an unspoken language we share.

Not that I would ever admit publicly, but in her way, Selene, I suppose, has me wrapped irrevocably around her finger. Imagine, that, I, a general of the First Order, a man of considerable power and authority at the mercy and whims of a woman. I chuckle at the notion though I can’t bring myself to deny it, because deep down I know the truth; I’d move galaxies and rip down the stars if she asked me to. I would defy all odds and willingly submit myself to her desires. Dismantle empires, and reshape the nebulous void of space if she would ask of me. Despite all my achievements, all my finery, and my victories, the greatest one I hold in the highest regard, is her. 

I can feel the gentle vibrations of the shuttle’s engines as we take flight and anticipation fills my chest, here and only here, and for only a moment, I can let my guard down and allow the smile that’s been threatening to break all morning. In just a short while, I’ll be there, with her again after months of separation with only holos videos, written communication, and the memory of her touch. My smile grows, and I am content for a few moments to let it gleam through. In Selene’s presence, I no longer feel like I carry the weight of the galaxy on my shoulders, there is only her warmth and loyalty.

As we draw closer to Arkanis, the skies grow dark and the rumbling of thunder is louder, the hallmark of my homeworld. Storms are not an uncommon occurrence here, and much of the time the skies are filled with rainclouds, though this time of year does see some powerful storms. I realize that this isn’t something I prepared her for and I can’t help but feel a flicker of concern for her comfort. Her homeworld, Felucia is a tropical one and while it has storms of its own, they tend to lean more towards hot, humid drizzles, nothing like the booming thunder that rocks the skies. 

In thinking of her homeworld, I can’t help but think of the start of our relationship. She hadn’t even been at the top of my list of candidates for a potential wife, and I struggled to comprehend why that was. Her father, who had been a prominent figure in the merchants guild, had a considerable position of power and influence. Yet, I knew as soon as I saw the man what he was — a bully, a coward, and a brute. I knew his kind all too well. Men who dined exquisitely while their underlings starved, wore fine clothes, and boasted about their achievements yet, never lifted a finger to pull their weight or earn respect.

Insufferable man.

But it had been worth it, listening to his nonsense, Selene had walked in and she had been a breath of fresh air to the stagnant room and the unbearably oppressive humidity. Her matter-of-fact manner of speaking had undoubtedly caught me off guard, and I had to admit, she was utterly charming.

Once we were alone, she wasted no time in addressing the bantha in the room; of how neither of us truly desired the positions we were forced into – the roles we were expected to play. She made a convincing argument of how we could make this work to our advantage, this unconventional arrangement. Her tenacity was captivating. Her skill of negotiating was truly commendable as she outlined the benefits we could reap from one another, she exuded confidence but I saw what she had been trying to hide; fear. 

My fist clenches at the thought. 

Her proposal had been motivated by a fear I knew all too well.

Marry her.

I scoff at the notion now, as if I could have refused that creature; that gorgeous, intelligent, and determined woman. 

She offered me everything a man could dream of; an effortless marriage, unwavering loyalty to me, and a willingness to submit to my desires all the while maintaining the expected image of the wife of a general. Obedient, quiet, loyal. All I had to do was rescue her from her father’s clutches and never raise a hand to her.

It existed briefly between us, and in a flash, it had been gone; the fear in her eyes of her father’s whispered harsh words and warnings. No doubt a concoction of threats and manipulation for her to toe the line and do as she was told. A man far crueler than me might have taken her for all she was worth or perhaps left her to the whims of the man she feared most but no, not me. I couldn’t. I too had felt the weight of a harsh and unforgiving world pressing down upon me.

As I sip the last of my tea, my lips curl into a snarl. 

Against all odds we had entered into this union of ours and it had surpassed my initial expectations. Selene had held up her end of the bargain and proven herself to be a devoted wife to me, presenting herself at all times with poise and grace in the public eye, never a hair out of place. She played the role of the demure and well-mannered; adhering to the expectations placed upon her as my wife. But it was behind closed doors that she truly surprised me; when I truly saw the woman. I wasn’t an idiot and I understood the nature of arrangments like these and that desire was more often than not one-sided, and in fact, I had been fully prepared for this outcome but it hadn’t been warranted.

I hadn’t expected such… ardor from her. Our honeymoon had been nothing short of remarkable, I expected a wife who appeared devoted and yet when we were alone to show fear or reluctance, yet that had not been the case. The door hadn’t been closed for five minutes before she was set upon me, she hadn’t been able to keep her hands off of me. It had been quite a night.

It’s amusing when I think of it now, how we quickly became what subject of whispers and admiration within the ranks of the First Order. The poster couple for this new regime of obedience, representing the strength and unity my superiors had sought to achieve.

And in return for her compliance, all I had to do was treat her with respect and ensure her safety and well-being. Childs play, really.

I can feel my smile turn dark, as I recall the final hurdle to our union; Selene's father. 

The man, desperate to maintain a sense of dominance over a daughter who was no longer his to control, posed a threat to our freedom. His interference could not be tolerated, and my fury knew no bounds when he had made the foolish attempt to take back Selene. Stupid man.

The plan had been meticulously orchestrated, a tragedy befell Selene's father in the form of an unfortunate accident. No questions were asked, and the man's presence was swiftly extinguished from our lives. In public, her reaction was an expected one; watery eyes, shoulders shaking slightly, grief lightly painting her features, clinging to my arm, but her head held high. Of course, it hadn’t been that simple and when I finally revealed the truth to her, I had braced myself for her displeasure. I expected her to berate me, to question my methods and motivations, to realize the monster she’d made a bargain with. But to my surprise, Selene's reaction was far from what I anticipated. Instead of anger, she pushed me into a chair and dropped to her knees, kissing my hands and pawing at my uniform. At that moment, she reaffirmed her unwavering loyalty and love, declaring that now, I was truly the only man in her life. 

I tug at the collar of my uniform as I feel a flush of heat surging through me at the memory, stars, the night that woman gave me…

The weight of her words sent chills down my spine, a mixture of exhilaration and a tinge of apprehension. I had acted with the intent to protect what was mine, but I couldn't deny the thrill of Selene's fierce devotion. I had taken a life for her, for us, and I would do it again.

"I take it this pleases you," I had cautiously inquired, needing to ensure that his actions hadn't stirred any fears or doubts within Selene's heart.

Her response, filled with a seductive promise, sent a shiver of anticipation through my entire being and straight to my cock. "Not half as much as I'm going to please you," she had whispered, her voice carrying an intoxicating blend of desire and satisfaction, the very sound could drive a man to his knees.

That night, Selene unleashed her adoration upon me, leaving no doubt about her commitment to me. She clawed at me, eager to make good on her words. She praised me well into the night as her fearless, powerful, and undeniably handsome husband, showering me with a passion and pleasure that left lingering bruises on my body, denying me nothing.

I reveled in the orgasmic bliss Selene bestowed upon me, wave after wave of carnal satisfaction. In those intense moments throughout that night, I felt alive, desired, and cherished. Never before had I felt so powerful, so wanted. 

When the dawn broke, I skillfully concealed the evidence of our passionate encounter, those reminders of our clandestine liaison. Her marks, tokens of her ravenous hunger, remained hidden from prying eyes, but I would wear them for days.

 I adjust my trousers at the thought.

~~~

Finally…

As the shuttle touches down on the stormy and soaked grounds of my ancestral home, my anticipation has reached a fever pitch. My poor, darling wife has no idea I’ve come, she has no idea what I’ve in store for her. I’ve been eager to surprise her for weeks now with this visit, the rain means nothing to me as I dawn my command cap and heavy coat, tromping through the accumulated puddles, making my way to the grand house that had once belonged to my father.

I don’t think of the countless horrid memories of this place, no, my thoughts are consumed by Selene, her presence a beacon of light in my otherwise tumultuous existence. I can’t help but wonder what I’ll find her doing; will she be reading? She does enjoy a good novel. Perhaps sleeping away the storm in the comfort of our bed? I certainly wouldn’t mind crawling in and waking her. Sipping tea in my chair in the study or perhaps I’ll catch her doing something of a more naughty nature. Coy minx she is, I’ve caught her before and I can’t help the chuckle that rumbles through my chest and resonates throughout my body. 

If my father had only known the woman he was giving me, he never would have let me have her.

I’m told homecomings should be filled with warmth and familiarity but that was never my experience, until Selene. I never expected to feel this way as I crossed the threshold, all thoughts of ghosts of the past quickly vanish and are replaced by desire.

My smile grows as I venture further inside, ready to surprise her, the droids swiftly attend to me, taking my command cap and coat. Shaking off the residual rain, I compose myself before making my way up the staircase, taking them two at a time, to the bedroom. The house is quiet and the only sound is the distant rumbling of thunder, but it’s growing louder as the storm draws closer.

The room is so dark at first and devoid of movement, it takes my eyes a moment to adjust and for a moment I can’t help but wonder if she’s retired for the evening. But as a flash of lightning fills the room with its violent illumination, I see her. Her silhouette against the window with her back to me, no idea I am even here, she’s so absorbed in the storm’s might. A more perfect sight a man couldn’t hope to return to, arms wrapped around herself, draped in little more than my full-length coat, similar to the one I’ve only just left downstairs. Its large size encompasses her effortlessly so much that it’s partially slipped from her shoulder. Her long legs are bare from under the opening of the coat and I can feel my mouth water. Long dark hair cascades over her shoulder like a curtain, concealing me from her sight.

I swallow the lump in my throat at this portrait of enticement that is waiting for me, and I can’t help but wonder if the surprise has been spoiled somehow, this is far too perfect a sight for a man to simply stumble onto. Maybe she knew I was coming, maybe she’d been standing there waiting for me. Maybe she’s planned something for me, naked under my coat. My hands clench into fists, flexing briefly and I struggle to maintain my composure, but stars all I want is to wrap her hair around my fist.

She doesn’t seem to know I’m here, she’s still so captivated by the storm, outside. Years of training and discipline give nothing away in my steps as I draw closer to her, the sound of my footfalls masked by the relentless downpour. I marvel at the juxtaposition of her delicate form against the backdrop of the raging storm, her vulnerability hidden beneath an air of fascination and fear. 

I have to stop and take in this sight once more before I disturb it – my wife, temptingly wrapped in my coat, gazing out at the spectacle that is my homeworld. The fixation on her face stirs something in me as I stand silently beside her. I can smell her hair, and feel her warmth, it’s dizzying, so close I can touch her, and so I do.

She finally becomes aware of my presence when my hand grazes her bare shoulder to brush her hair aside. My words are hushed, they’re only for her as I murmur against her ear delicately wrapping a few strands of her hair around my fingers.

“Feeling chilly?”

She turns immediately startled, her eyes are full of shock and disbelief as she takes in a sight that she isn’t prepared for. B without a moment’s hesitation, she flings her arms around my neck and it throws me briefly off balance a step. She weighs nothing to me and I lift her as I did the day I carried her over the threshold of this house when we were married, she yelps in surprise at my romantic gesture. I surprise even myself, sometimes.

She’s breathless when she asks me what I’m doing here, like she can’t believe it’s really happening, but she doesn’t let me answer her. Her perfect lips are locked onto mine in a passionate kiss and her fingers bury themselves in the scruff of my neck, beginning an assault on my pristine appearance. Her reaction is exactly as I desired, and I can feel myself smiling into her kiss.

"Taking some well-earned leave from my duties and lavishing my beautiful wife a visit," I manage to answer her in between her hungry mouth seeking mine, “I take it I’ve succeeded in surprising you?”

“I’m completely shocked!” She beams at me, her eyes sparkling with delight as I set her on her feet, and she’s hesitant to leave my arms. "When did you arrive?" 

"Only moments ago" She looks out the window and back at me with a solid look of disbelief. 

“You came through that?” 

The room resonates with my chuckle, how amusing, she thinks this is something. This is nothing, just a drizzle. "Do you really think a little rain would keep me from you?" My tone is playful, something I haven’t felt in months, "I've weathered storms far worse than this.” And it’s true. This drizzle, this sprinkling? I don’t even feel it. My lips graze hers as I speak and she’s positively captivated by me, when I take her delicate hand and press a kiss to it, I am a gentleman and an officer, afteralll.

“You never cease to amaze me, my fearless General,” Stars. I love it when she calls me that. Her fingers tenderly trace the contours of my uniform, and her eyes follow the path her hands take. “Your unyielding devotion humbles me.” There’s such fervency in her voice, it’s welcoming and laced with seduction, a deliberate melody crafted just for me. Every word that falls from her lips is carefully chosen, lavishing me with praises.

The crafty thing she is. I relish these moments when she pushes me to break free from this stern and composed facade, knowing that only she holds the power to unravel me in this way. My hands roam down her back, over the sturdy fabric of my coat, I know so well, I can’t feel anything beneath it. Blood pulses in my veins and my cock grows thick with want. 

"Do you often pilfer my uniforms, my love?" I can’t resist the allure of seeing her in my coat, it just does something to me. Something I suspect is not unique to only me, but the sight of her in my clothes and how they envelope her form stirs something possessive in me that’s impossible to explain.

Her smile teases me with a hint of an retort but she says nothing, leaning her head back while I take the lapel of the garment and pull it forward so she can’t escape me.

"Oh, I see," I say,  "You have a fascination with power and authority, do you?"

“There is something undeniably attractive about a uniform, especially when that uniform is my husband’s.” It’s Intoxicating, the sound of that laughter of hers. I sense the subtle vibrations on my skin as she peppers my jaw and neck with kisses and the softest nibbles, ensuring not to leave any visible marks. She knows better than that, but I also know for a fact she doesn’t mind the punishment that comes with it. 

“Technically, it’s not allowed, you know.” My resolve grows weaker under her delicious onslaught. “Wearing the uniform when you’re not an officer— it’s quite inappropriate.”

“Are you going to punish me for my insubordination, General?”Her tone carries a feigned fear, and it's fortunate that this woman isn't under my authority. I’d ruin my reputation for those lips, in a way that isn’t remotely acceptable for an officer of the First Order. 

My lips curl into a smug grin, just imagining Selene in a crisp uniform alone in my office. Her use of words like insubordination and when she addresses me as General, my blood boils and my uniform trousers suddenly feel far too tight. 

"Perhaps," I say against her skin in a hushed tone, "I might have to contemplate a fitting consequence for your actions, though I might be inclined to show mercy."

“I look forward to it, General.”

The way Selene embraces this aspect of my identity, even in the subtle act of adorning herself with a piece of my uniform when I'm absent, resonates profoundly. She wants me close, she wants me. That knowledge stirs a yearning within me. Unexpectedly, it awakens desires I hadn't entertained before, yet that's the captivating allure Selene has cast upon me — she evokes a sense of being wanted, a sentiment I never knew I craved.

Her suggestive gaze and the way she licks her lips with calculated intention has me trying to decide if it’s worth the trip to the bed only a few feet away, or if I’ll have her right here. Her precious naked skin against the cold window, that way when the next storm rolls through she’ll think of me. Stars, I have to know.

“Now, what exactly are you wearing beneath my coat, Selene?” 

"Do you honestly think I'm lounging about naked beneath your coat while you're not even here to enjoy it?"

"A man can dream, can't he?”

“Armitage,” She presses the gentlest of kisses to my lips, her tongue darting out to tease me, “had I known you were coming, I would have laid naked on the bed wearing only your command cap.”

Stars above. It's as if she conspires to fan the flames of my hunger.

She knows precisely how to manipulate my restraint, skillfully tugging and pulling at it until it threatens to snap entirely. Her presence is a siren's call, irresistible and relentless, drawing me closer into the vortex of our shared desires. Her lips, soft and insistent, press against my neck, igniting a firestorm of sensations that course through me. My desire surges to the forefront, a tangible force that leaves me breathless and electrified. Each heartbeat is a thunderous echo of my yearning, reverberating through the depths of my chest.

Oh, the things I’ll do to this woman...

It's hard to imagine how I'd react if I were to come upon such a scene. Finding her reclining on our bed, patiently awaiting my return, it would undoubtedly be a challenge when it comes to tearing myself away from the inviting warmth of our shared space to fulfill my responsibilities back on Starkiller Base. I'm fairly certain that if I weren't momentarily rendered speechless, my words would have halted at a simple ‘Darling, I'm home.’ Every inch of her perfect body on display for my eyes only. A visual feast for my consumption.

A searing wave of desire courses through my being, and I'm overwhelmed by an unquenchable lust. It's inconceivable to envision a reality where she isn't by my side, where our destinies don’t intersect. The thought that even the slightest alteration in the course of events could have kept us apart is beyond comprehension. I need to touch her, to feel her skin against mine, bury myself in her heat, and hear her say my name.

"Is that so?" I utter the question with a near-growl, my voice laced with a subtle tone of command. The shift in my manner, a manifestation stirred by her mere presence, caught me off guard initially. I hadn't foreseen the extent to which I would savor this newfound assertiveness. What's even more astonishing is her evident pleasure in witnessing this facet of my character."

I’m going to devour this woman. 

The abrupt crash of thunder reverberates through the room, eliciting a startled response from Selene nestled within my arms. The unexpected strength of her embrace catches me off guard; although storms of this nature hardly faze me, her trembling form suggests a vulnerability I hadn't anticipated.

"Darling, are you, frightened of the storm?" I inquire, my gaze probing hers for any traces of fear.

She averts her eyes from mine, her grip on me slowly easing, and her hands delicately smoothing over my uniform in an effort to regain composure. In a hushed tone, as if hesitant to reveal any vulnerability, she confesses,

"Would you think less of me if it did?"

My fingers delicately trace the curve of her cheek, a subtle lift guiding her chin to meet my gaze.

"Never," I murmur with unwavering assurance, sealing my promise with a tender kiss. "Rest assured, my love, these storms, though a little stronger this time of year, are but a passing tempest."

I crave the return of that radiant smile to grace her lips, and the assurance in her eyes as she finds solace in my presence during these ephemeral days. Yet, the bitter truth lingers — in a few days I will depart for Starkiller Base, leaving her to weather this relentless season in solitude. It's a persistent ache, a reminder that our stolen moments together offer only a brief reprieve from the harsh reality that awaits.

After a thoughtful pause, her smile reappears, carrying that alluring touch of mischief that never fails to enthrall me. She inches closer, and her breath, warm and inviting, brushes against my neck as she speaks. "The rain, it's chilling. Will you be my warmth until the storm subsides?" Her question, laden with a candid vulnerability veiled by desire, stirs something profound within me. I find myself nodding, our eyes sharing an unspoken pact. In my gaze, there's a darkness, a magnetic allure that captures her attention, and the playful façade she wears dissolves, unveiling the hunger beneath.

"Show me, my powerful General, how you'll keep me warm." It's a provocative invitation, one that even all the discipline in the galaxy cannot shield me from.

Something primal stirs within, and I willingly assume the role she craves. I revel in the intricate dance of dominance and submission that defines our intimacy. My commanding demeanor, the vigor, and restraint that define my essence seamlessly align with Selene's yearning for guidance and protection.

Her fingers trace a tender path along my jawline, down my neck, and to the clasps of my uniform. Our desires entwine, and our shared understanding of the power dynamics in our relationship adds an electrifying intensity to our encounters.

“Shall we start by settling you into bed?” I pause briefly, lowering myself to lift her gently into my arms, cradling her thighs as I effortlessly raise her. 

A contented purr emanates from deep within as her legs coil around my hips, and I proceed to carry her toward our bed. The notion of making love against the window can be reserved for another occasion. Her weight holds no significance, and as we ease onto the mattress, it yields softly to accommodate us. Kneeling beside her, I delicately lay her down, my arms enveloping her in a protective embrace.

Selene's tender words, "I've missed you," linger in the air, entwined with the rhythm of our languid kisses. Her voice resonates with a profound yearning. I don't often indulge in grand declarations of love; action is my preferred language. Selene understands this facet of my character, yet she knows that I secretly crave hearing such sentiments from her. Her admission sets my blood ablaze, and my heart stirs at the echo of her longing words. The revelation that she pines for me, has been consumed by thoughts of me, and hungers for my touch kindles a passionate fire within, a blaze I must carefully contain.

"And I, you," I murmur gently, my voice revealing a tenderness exclusively reserved for her. Rarely do I lay bare the depths of my emotions, but in this singular moment, entwined with Selene, I find myself unable to shield every fragment of my vulnerability. She occupies a distinct place within the guarded recesses of my heart.

"Selene," I murmur, drawing her nearer, "Open, your mouth and kiss me properly." My words are a command, a plea, an invitation—all rolled into one. I desire nothing more than to feel her lips pressed against mine, to share in a moment of unbridled passion and connection, a rare escape from the constraints of our roles and the burdens we carry.

Sweet, sweet compliance. I taste her again after months of only a memory, the perfume she wears the way she tastes like oranges and tea, the softness of her tongue against mine. It’s indescribable and it’s only the beginning. I've held off any self-pleasure the last few days knowing how good she would feel, how perfect she’d taste, and even as I kiss her it’s just as I hoped. Our lips move together in perfect harmony as though no time has passed at all, I can feel her hunger, how much she wants me. 

Another clap of thunder resounds outside, Selene flinches instinctively, but the fear that once gripped her is now tempered by my presence. I’ll make her forget it, kiss her till she’s dizzy, tease and pleasure her till she’s a mewling mess. There won’t be a stronger storm than the one we’ll create tonight. 

"Come," My voice, a soothing balm. "Let's get your mind off the storm." 

My fingers trace a deliberate path along her leg, effortlessly discarding the coat that drapes over her. True to her word, there's nothing provocative concealed beneath, just the modest nightgown she sleeps in. Yet, the gown's brevity and the alluring neckline tell me everything I desire to know. My lips meet hers with a fierce hunger, a possessiveness that claims her, my tongue delving past her lips to savor the intoxicating taste, again and again.

Feeling her frantic hands against my uniform searching for the closures that she’s learned to unfasten with practiced ease draws an amused chuckle from me, but it fades quickly. The pride in my uniform is forgotten in a rush to get it off so that I can feel my wife’s naked body against mine. 

The echoes of the storm outside gradually yield to the rapid cadence of our breaths, blending with the gentle rustle of fabric. Each component of my uniform gracefully descends to the ground, followed by the subdued thud of my boots, forming a growing heap on the floor. The urgency intensifies with each passing second, mirroring the escalating desire building within me.

"You're insatiable," she murmurs, her words escaping in breathless fragments, accentuating the affectionate devotion I lavish upon her.

"Months have passed with only the echo of your touch and the melody of your voice lingering in my memory. Yes, I find myself quite famished," I admit, my words measured and deliberate. My lips graze her neck with a possessive intensity, an insatiable hunger driving my actions. I yearn to mark her, to make the entire Galaxy witness what she is to me — unequivocally mine. The nightgown's modest neckline impedes my exploration of her form, a frustrating barrier that will soon succumb to my desire as I am compelled to tear it away.

“Darling, you’re not nearly naked enough.” 

She slips out of my coat and lifts the short gown over her head, casting it away. I can’t help but be disappointed as the coat is removed, but I suppose I can’t find much reason to complain. I rasp in approval when her mouth is on my skin, licking, sucking, and biting down my chest. She can leave whatever marks on me she likes here, I don’t care, I’ll wear them and stroke my cock when I’m alone looking at them at the memory of what she’s doing to me. The sound of my belt clinking coupled with Selene pulling at my trousers, working them over my hips sees the last of my uniform carelessly tossed to the floor where it belongs.

“Better?” She pulls me back to bed and into a kiss, it burns hotter now that there’s nothing between us.

“Much.”

My cock is so damn hard it hurts and it’s been that way from the moment I saw her in my coat, my imagination running wild. What she was wearing under it, what I would do to her here in the privacy of our home. 

My mornings used to begin with a cold shower, but now they begin with a hot shower while I fist my cock remembering the last time I felt her cunt squeeze me. I can’t walk around my ship without thinking of places and circumstances I’d like to have her. 

“Although I must admit, I could certainly get used to seeing you in nothing but my coat.”

The grin she gives me stops me in my tracks, she slips her arms back into the coat and reclines against the pillow in a provocative pose, instantly capturing my attention. And I’ll be damned if it doesn’t work. 

“Is this more to your liking, Armitage?"

“Very much so.” 

I cover her body with mine, enjoying how her eyes glaze over with a caress of my thumb over her nipple. “I could have you like this every day.” 

Her lips tremble against mine when I kiss her, her whimpers are so sweet to me. While I tease the seam of her lips with my tongue, my thumb has worked the peak of her nipple to a maddeningly needy state. 

I can feel her heart racing, memories of endless waves of ecstasy and my eyes locked on her quivering form enjoying every second. My mouth moves down her neck followed by the occasional scrape of my teeth then the soft warmth of my tongue. Her back arches into the pillow when my lips drop and the scorching heat of my mouth and the velvet of my tongue swirls around one of her hard nipples. She’s thrumming with need and she keens into me, singing sweet little cries for my ears.

“So desperate for my touch, aren’t you?” She emits a soft sigh of longing as I loosen my grip, her chest rising and falling, and the delicate shivers that gracefully ripple across her skin do not escape my observant gaze. I can’t help the amused chuckle that escapes my lips, she wants my mouth, then she’ll have it, as if I could leave her wanting. She ceases her sad little writhing when my mouth resumes its exploration down her stomach, dipping my tongue into her navel and she squirms slightly, my girl is so sensitive.

“Armitage…” Her voice is so delicate and full of need.

“Be patient Selene, I told you, darling, I’m hungry.” 

I breathe out a hot breath between her legs, my shoulders opening her thighs for me, she’s trying so hard to be still for me, knowing that I’ll reward her patience. I watch as her chest rises and falls in anticipation, and her lips quiver when I place a soft bite on the inside of her thigh before soothing its sting with a kiss. I do it again, my teeth not breaking her skin but causing enough discomfort to see her eyes shut and her teeth catch that lower lip of hers before easing my bite with my lips and tongue. I stroke her inner thigh, enjoying how she writhes slightly at the gentle caress. 

“Tell me, did you miss me, Selene?” I give her only a split second to answer before I dip my tongue between her folds.

“Yes!” Her reply is a strained whisper and full of relief as her body goes taut. “So much!” I close my eyes and dip my tongue back, taking a long and leisurely taste from her entrance to her clit, hearing her so anguished, so relieved soothes me somehow. “I always miss you,” She struggles to speak, to not trip over her words. “I–I’d give anything to be in your bed every night!” The endless chorus of desires on her lips is more beautiful than any composed symphony. 

“Is this what you think of when I’m gone when you touch yourself? Is this how you want me?” I’m a cruel man. I could ask her these questions while I tease her all day.

“Yes.” She practically sobs her answer to me, poor darling, I think I’ve teased her enough, maybe. 

My hands encircle the curve of her thighs, drawing her nearer to me. She reacts with a mixture of astonishment and anticipation, emitting a prolonged, breathy moan when I delve back between her lips. The cadence of our connection is unhurried and purposeful, a rhythm not intended to tease but to relish and savor.

She clutches the pillow tightly, her head swaying gently with every movement of my tongue. Her lips bear the weight of a bite, yet a sudden, precise pinch to the inner curve of her thigh elicits a sharp inhale, deep and unexpected.

“Armitage!” 

I release her soft flesh from my mouth, swiftly rising to hover above her. Her jaw, now secured in my grasp, my tongue asserts itself into her mouth, taking all I want. In the silent exchange of dominance, I wordlessly compel her compliance, and she yields willingly. As the intensity of our kiss gradually subsides, I murmur against her lips. Her eyes, laden with desire, lock onto mine, conveying a surrender that seems almost inevitable.

“None of that. I want to hear every sound you make, I want to hear all of your precious, needy cries.” She nods, “Open.” My fingers rest against her lips and she eagerly complies, swirling her tongue over my fingertips up to my knuckle. My cock throbs wishing it was between those lips of hers instead of my fingers, but soon enough, I’ll bury my cock in her perfect pussy and fuck her till she’s delirious. I withdraw my saliva-slicked fingers and trail them down her body, settling between her legs. 

Her breathless moan rings out with a stroke of my thumb across her clit, and her head falls back into the pillow. As much as I love bringing her to orgasm quickly I have to admit I greatly enjoy drawing it out. Until she’s a sweaty mess and nearly mad from my ministrations, 

“How many times should I make you come for me this time? Hmm?” Those lovely eyes flutter closed at the feeling of me slowly stroking her lips, my touch soft and loving. “Five?” My fingers slow to a crawl and my touch practically disappears entirely only to return a moment later, making leisurely and slow circles around her clit. ���Six?” She whimpers, knowing full and well that I don’t make empty threats. “How many can my girl handle?” 

Her delicate 'ah, ah, ah's' are a symphony to my ears, akin to the most exquisite poetry. A mere graze, and she's teetering on the edge of orgasm before I playfully snatch it away with a gentle slap to her thigh, eliciting a reaction that would have propelled her out of bed if I hadn't trapped her beneath my weight. An agonizing pause hangs in the air before my nimble fingers, so adept at their craft, resume their rhythmic dance, this time at a more deliberate pace.

“Please,” when she pleads with me like that, I can never hold out for long.

“You’re so beautiful when you beg,” I lick her lips but pull away before she can kiss me. I punctuate my response by dragging the head of my hard cock through her folds, enjoying how her lashes flutter and her eyes roll back. “Could just bury my cock in you, fuck you till your body is so sensitive that you’re begging and shaking, and even the mere thought of my touch drives you into an orgasm.” Her tongue sweeps over her lips in anticipation, her eyes locked onto mine. “Would you like that, Selene?” 

“Yes, please,” I watch her eyes flutter closed and her head fall back into the pillow as I stroke the inside of her thighs, trailing a delicate touch up her legs to her lips, delivering a deeply sensual caress. Then without warning, I delve back down her body, I hum against her pussy in a devious open-mouthed kiss, she mewls lewdly for me now, that’s better. A sharp flick of my tongue on that delicate little bundle of nerves has her thrashing against me, but she’s not going anywhere I don’t want her to.  

Her cries grow louder and more desperate, sweet, and needy with each devious swipe of my tongue. 

“Maker..” 

Her hips twitch and then I work furiously, pushing every button I know she has. Alternating between soft and featherlight passes of my tongue that barely touch her clit, to broad strokes to that bundle of nerves, sucking gently because anything harder will have her crying from being pushed too close to the border of pleasure and pain. Finally, my calloused fingers spread her lips apart ensuring her lovely little clit cannot escape, her cries grow higher pitched and she’s soaking, her legs are taut and all it takes is a final flick of my tongue and a growling command “Come Selene,” She tumbles helplessly over the edge.

The rolling torrent of her orgasm washes over her body in waves, she writhes and keens against me, no nerves can accurately deliver any messages of what to do. I watch each twist of her hips, how she grips the pillow with white knuckles, her toes curl in pleasure and her legs tremble. Her cries are a symphony of want and lust mixed with my name while taking desperate lungfuls of air as though she were drowning. I begin to slow my assault, knowing any moment it will be too much for her, though one day I will push her further into a second orgasm, but not tonight. Perhaps when this Rebellion is thoroughly crushed and I occupy a far greater position in the First Order, then I’ll tie her to the bed and feast on her until she cries and begs for me to fuck her.

I’m hard and my cock aches to be touched, I leisurely stroke my length in anticipation, I could watch her come down like this all day. Then I see it, the look in her eyes that reads drunk with lust, and she instantly wants me inside her. She pushes herself up and my coat slips from her shoulders completely and the item is quickly forgotten about. 

Her mouth is hot and hungry against mine, something about this woman, how she yearns for my mouth after I’ve made her come with it, I don’t understand why I love it, but I do. The way she’s clawing at me like a deranged animal, licking inside my mouth, trying to taste more of her orgasm and I’d be a liar if I said I didn’t live for these moments.

“That’s one,” I rasp against her ferocious kiss. 

She reaches between my legs and grasps my cock, inducing shudders that swiftly course through my entire being. I’ve no idea what it is about a woman telling me she wants my cock, is it the word or the sentence itself? It never fails to give me chills. It’s been far too long since I’ve felt her silken fingers wrap around me. It’s exquisite how she strokes me settling into my lap, she’s so close that it hurts me to not be inside her. 

I can do little to stifle the groan that she rips from my throat when I feel her smear her slickness against my cock and she squeezes me. 

“Lie back, Armitage,” 

Her hand centers on my chest, and she pushes me onto my back, I give little resistance embracing the softness of the bed and my wife’s charms. I watch captivated by the way she dips her fingers between her legs licking her lips at her own touch, smearing some of the wetness on my lips before tracing a line down my chest. My eyes close of their own accord when she strokes my cock slowly with the combined slickness from her body.

I’ve earned this, convinced of my entitlement. I am deserving and, indeed, worthy of this woman, of the indulgence and pleasure unfolding. I am General Armitage Hux, the architect of the decisive blow against the Rebellion. The youngest general within the First Order, the heralded figurehead of the burgeoning regime. Selene's sinful touch, her exquisite form—these are rightfully mine.

She licks at the seam of my lips delivering a kiss that’s far too simple for the effect it has on me, I can feel my cock twitch in her hand and euphoria settles over me like a cloud, like a drug taking its course. Enjoying the sight before me, my wife, my Selene, perched naked over my hard cock looking at me as though I’m the supreme leader. Every inch of her body is for me and only me. 

She’s teasing me like this, she knows there will be consequences later, right now I’ll let her enjoy this position of power she holds over me, but my patience is waning. I need only growl her name before she sinks down slowly onto my cock, she nearly collapses on top of me from the heat and pleasure.

Her moans make my skin prickle, as I’m finally seated completely inside her cunt, and it’s perfect. Stars, it’s fucking perfect. Always the thoughtful lover, she starts by gently rocking her hips against mine, so I can find my inner discipline and get a hold of myself. Because truthfully I could come right here and right now, all the memories, holovids, and messages exchanged can never compete with reality.

“How’s that feel, darling?” My voice is a bit raspier than I’d like but I am very much in control. “Good?”

Selene's gaze is gently veiled by half-closed lids, and a dreamy allure graces her features. Yet, despite the ethereal quality of her expression, she remains acutely attuned to my desire for more than a mere nod; she understands that I relish the extravagant, the pinnacle of comfort rather than just comfort itself. I'm not content with a soft bed; I crave the softest bed imaginable. When it comes to tea, it's not any blend that satisfies my palate; only Tarine, served at the precise moment before reaching the boiling point, will do. She's cognizant of my inclination for verbal responses, but she also comprehends my penchant for a captivating spectacle. In this intricate dance of preferences, my wife, the enchantress, effortlessly delivers.

Her hands move up her body to caress her breasts and her head leans back slightly offering me a vision most men would only dare dream of having, before telling me in a half moan, and with a gentle rock of her hips. 

“Perfect, Armitage. It’s perfect.” Her words trail off but there’s nothing lazy about her declaration, the way it spills from her lips like a secret she can’t bear to keep. “You’re perfect,”

It’s captivating, the casual way she touches herself, a slave to her own pleasures and the moment, lost in them. 

“And this?” I give a sharp thrust of my hips upwards and she lets out a glorious whine, edged with such need, it’s an exquisite sound, so I do it again. “I hope you don’t expect me to do all the work, not when I’ve come all this way, through a storm.”

She laughs to herself and comes back from her penetrative high, those dark eyes settling on me, she raises herself up slowly savoring the expression I know I wear before sliding back down. She rocks forward and kisses my chest before repeating the motion, her slick walls squeeze me effortlessly sending small shockwaves that radiate throughout my body. 

Selene’s greatest strength lies in her ability to deliver words veiled in dual meaning with a smile on her face, telling you what exactly it is you wish to hear and consistency. She keeps this ridiculously languid pace, riding my cock so slowly that it almost feels like torture, but I know what it is she’s waiting for. 

Seizing her hips to still her, “Selene, is this how you treat your husband? You’re not even trying to fuck yourself on my cock, maybe I’ll take it away, make you watch as I fist it myself, not letting you enjoy it…” There’s a sudden sharpness in her eyes, she loves this, when I speak to her like this. “I suggest, you fuck yourself properly, darling.”

The groan that claws its way from my lungs, is deep and full of lust as she slams herself back down onto me, and it would be humiliating if anyone ever saw or heard it. But it’s alright, no human servants in this house, only droids. It’s marvelous the way she rides me now, hard and fast like she knows I love.

“That’s it, darling.” My voice is harsh, “You love this, don’t you? Impaling yourself on my cock; say it.”

Again, my perfect wife responds in a way that makes my cock swell inside her, those delicate hands of hers slither up her body once more seeking out the soft flesh of her breasts to stroke and tease. 

“I love it, it’s so damn good. I’ve missed your cock.”

Well, that certainly makes two of us, “Going to make yourself come over my cock, are you?” She doesn’t really answer me after a particularly sharp thrust of my hips, she just whimpers and continues toying with her nipples. “Do it, Selene, make yourself come.” 

She nods quickly before one hand slips between her legs and her delicate fingers seek out that sweet little cluster of nerves, now she truly jolts against me, with each swipe of her fingers over her sensitive clit while she continues to ride me. “Good girl, keep touching yourself, Selene. I’ll need to keep this memory for when I return to Starkiller Base.” She whines at the mention of my departure and slows her pace, whimpering for me not to leave, that she needs me.

I thrust upward so hard and sharp that it steals her breath in a gasp, “I’m going to give you one minute, if I don’t feel your cunt squeezing my cock like a vice, then rest assured, darling, I’ll make you.”

It entertains me to witness her eyes widen, a sudden acceleration in her movements. Her fingers, in a frantic quest for liberation, deftly navigate each twist, flick, stroke, and tap. She assumes the guise of a puppet, yet her tenacity prevents her from collapsing onto me, even as I persist in thrusting into her hips. I grant her a degree of indulgence; after all, I've assigned her a task. It would be unreasonable to anticipate my beloved, enraptured wife to split her attention in such circumstances. I, after all, am a man of reason.

I can feel each little squeeze that accompanies the taps and circles over her aching clit, her eyes have closed and she’s trying so hard to come for me, seeing her like this, watching her delicate fingers bring her closer to orgasm while I watch, perhaps I’ll give my wife a little help. I seize her hips again and stop her movements entirely, her bewitching eyes open and she stops her movements in confusion.

I sit up enough to grab her by the back of the neck and force a kiss onto her that makes her clench me, “Is it so hard, what I’ve asked?” My kiss is hard and she groans into it, “Am I so unreasonable as to want to feel you come before I fuck you into the bed?” She can barely utter the word ‘No’ “Darling, I’m going to lie here while you warm my cock and watch you come for me again, and you’re going to, aren’t you?” I allow her to nod, “My poor cock drunk wife, can’t even speak properly,” I chuckle darkly, “So beautiful, well go on, Selene, I’ll even restart your minute but don’t you dare disappoint me.”

I sink back into the bed and breathe the fire out of my lungs with my hands clasped behind my head in pure indulgence and in truth, there can’t be a more luxurious place in the galaxy than where I currently lay. Cockdrunk she may be, but the day we met she promised me she would be a portrait of obedience and in that regard, she has never strayed, not even here. And she doesn’t disappoint me, no longer burdened with having to focus on riding my cock, though she rocks against me every so often, reminding me of just what kind of hold this woman has on me.

The sudden slap she gives her pussy both shocks and thrills me, what has my darling wife been up to in my absence? But it’s nothing compared to the show she gives me now, her eyes flutter closed again and her head lols back in pleasure, those delicate fingers of her teasing, twirling, tapping, and tickling. Then I hear it; her words. 

More than the typical medley of cries of affirmation, pleading for more, no, not those. She’s speaking to me. Telling me how she loves it when I command her, that nothing makes her want me more. The endless stream of devious thoughts she’s had while she’s pleasured herself in our bed sometimes in my clothes, interspersed with wanton moans as she drifts closer and closer to the orgasmic release I commanded of her.

This minute I’ve given her may very well be the longest minute of my life and test my resolve.

There’s no Crono on the wall but I can measure the cadence of a minute perfectly on my own down the fraction of a second and I’ve given her a full minute; she’s maybe fifteen seconds in and I can already feel how close she is. I’m frozen in place at the spectacle, I can’t take my eyes off of her, every twist and turn of her gorgeous hips, the way her breasts rise and stutters to a fall when the sensations become overwhelming, it’s hypnotizing. 

Selene may have been a virgin in body when we met, but her mind was far from innocent, still, she’s never given me anything like this. Calling my name, telling me what I do to her, how she wants me to touch her, she wants me to be rough with her. I can feel my mouth going dry and all I can do is stare back as that moment finally crashes upon her, radiating out from where her fingers are trembling.

In the intimate darkness, her voice calls out my name, a whisper laced with longing and desire. Her inner muscles tighten and release in a rhythm only we share, creating a magnetic pull that threatens to engulf me in the waves of ecstasy. The sensation is overwhelming, her essence wrapping around me like a silken cocoon, enticing me to surrender to the allure of climax. Yet, with every fiber of my being, I resist. The journey into the abyss of pleasure can wait; I have unfinished business with her.

The erratic fluttering of her walls, the way they grip and squeeze my cock, and tests my control as I navigate the tempest of sensations, holding onto the reins of restraint as her siren's song beckons me towards the edge. I savor every moment, every gasp and moan, as I prolong the inevitable. The tension in my body is palpable, a delicious ache that only adds fuel to the fire. I revel in the sweet torture of denial, determined to explore every inch of her before we reach the crescendo.

Her flushed skin bears the mark of exertion, and each breath escaping her lips carries the weariness of a race run hard. Leaning against my chest for support, the subtle tremor in her legs betrays the physical toll of her efforts. I respond instinctively, reaching up to cradle her face in my hands. At that moment, my eyes reflect a potent mix of darkness and possession. The realization hits me once again – this woman belongs to me. While not a newfound revelation, the sight of her complying with my wishes, as if finding pleasure in doing so, unravels something within me. Decorum, carefully maintained in other moments, now slips away like sand through fingers, leaving behind an unbridled sense of desire and connection.

I want to see it again.

This soon might be asking a bit much but I love how this creature mewls in response, she shudders as my fingers make their way down her sides following the delicate curve of her hips, holding her there and making her rock against me, in a way that tears a moan from her throat, one that sings of a hint of pain. Perhaps I can coax pleasure from her another way.

"Such a good girl," I express to my wife, showering her with gentle kisses on her lips to alleviate the heightened sensations that come from an orgasm. "You look so beautiful like this, atop my cock, coming for me." I am a terrible man. "But I wonder," my lips move to her neck, exhaling warmth, "Can you do it again?" 

This soon might be asking a bit much but I love how this creature mewls in response, she shudders as my fingers make their way down her sides following the delicate curve of her hips, holding her there and making her rock against me, in a way that tears a moan from her throat, guiding her movements in a manner that elicits a moan from her throat—a sound that echoes both pleasure and a hint of pain. Perhaps I can coax pleasure from her another way.

"Feeling a bit tender, darling?" 

Her response is accompanied by a subtle swallow,  "A little."

"Well, we can't have that. Need to take care of my wife, reward her for being so good for me." I say, my tone hinting that I'm far from satisfied, and I sense a subtle retreat from her.

I encircle her waist with my arm, gently rolling us over, my cock regrettably slipping from her slick heat and a throbbing, persistent ache envelops my body. "Would you like to know what I've missed about touching you?" She nods, easing into the moment as my fingers delicately trace small circles around her navel, and my lips tenderly graze her neck and I can’t help but grin. “Close your eyes.”

Selene is a formidable presence, unyielding in the face of anyone, including me. Yet, within the confines of these doors, she becomes pliable under my touch and she closes her eyes. Every tender spot elicits delightful sounds—soft whimpers, moans, and mews. As my teeth graze her ear, I observe the shudders coursing through her flawless skin.

Her breath catches when my fingers follow a trail up her smooth stomach, and my lips hover over hers, just barely grazing in a manner that I'm aware drives her to the edge. Despite the tempting sensations tingling on her lips, she refrains from completing the kiss, knowing it would only bring an untimely maddening experience. 

Her lips part and only a sound of need escapes, even though she’s already had two orgasms, she wants more. I leave a trail of fire down her slender neck, sucking and licking. Her breathing has returned to a calm almost languid state, but she moans when she feels my hot breath on the swell of her breast, then the flicker of my tongue. Her lips tremble, I can’t see them but I know they are, I know exactly how she reacts to my touch, and In a matter of moments, she’s ready to come for me once more. 

“Missed how sensitive you are,” 

Wrapping my lips around the hard bud I suck softly and my tongue draws lazy circles furthering her state of arousal. Her chest heaves now deeply as she takes in lungfuls of air in a desperate attempt to assert some control over her body. But she can only do so much, and when I press my thigh between her legs and my thumb and index finger gently pinch her neglected nipple she’s lost the ghost of any control over the situation. 

Before Selene, my relationships had been shallow and fleeting. The women I chose to spend time with required no emotional investment and left without a trace as soon as I was satisfied. However, my wedding night with Selene was an entirely different experience. She didn’t need to take her clothes off for me to want her, she captivated me with her intelligence and sharp wit; her presence alone set my heart racing. While I used to be indifferent to my partner's sexual needs before, now I found great pleasure in surrendering control to her, for the first time giving in to her deepest desires and exploring every inch of her body to bring her pleasure. Exploring ways to make her moan, sigh, and whimper brought me immense satisfaction, as though it were a challenge, all the many ways I could make her sing for me. 

My arousal builds as I move my lips over her perfect breasts, teasing them with gentle licks and soft suckles. As the heat between us rises, my cock throbs with desire for this woman - my wife. Her wordless moans echo throughout the room, sending shivers down my spine and intensifying my desire to please her even more. A deep, almost consuming, pleasure surges through me as I taste the sweat on her skin and my tongue rolls against her supple breast. She murmurs my name brokenly, like a plea that can barely be uttered. 

"What is it darling? Loth cat got your tongue?"  

With every motion of my hand comes another little gasp or whimper, and all I want is to give her more. Her hands grasp at me, clutching onto my shoulders for support and coiling in my hair pulling and twisting my regulation-styled hair but I can’t care less, and I feel a surge of primal possession wash over me. This woman had been given to me by my father, but it seemed like she had chosen me too. Her skin grows hotter under my palms and I can feel her entire body trembling with desire. 

The tension in the air is electric. I can feel her heart thumping against her chest. Her hands tighten around my shoulders nails digging into my skin in sharp little crimson marks. I keep her pinned against me, barely giving her an inch to move away, as she squirms against my thigh. I tasted the salt on her skin, running my tongue up along her collarbone. Her breath hitches, an indication that she’s close. I hover above her and speak with a hint of slyness in my voice. 

“Almost there, aren't you darling?”

I can feel her nodding her head silently. Everywhere my body touches hers, I feel her quivering with suspense and desire. I relish the power I have over her. She’s putty in my hands as I maneuver my mouth and tongue against her flesh, coaxing and teasing until she’s begging for mercy. My lips crash onto hers like a wave, taking ownership of every part of her. 

"Give me one more, then you're mine."

The way Selene responds to my every touch is intoxicating. My teasing of her nipples makes her moan, and my thigh pushing her closer only further intensifies her pleasure. As her back arches I latch onto her other breast, producing a desperate and sweet sound from her throat. She pulls at my hair with her fists, most likely unaware of how tight she holds on, but I welcome the slight pain. Her body trembles as the waves of orgasm cascade through it, and I feel an urge of possessiveness like never before. Watching her is more satisfying than any fantasy I've ever concocted - months have gone by since we’d been able to be together and finally having her brings me more enjoyment.

When the tremors subside I kiss her softly but I’m not received that way, she pulls my lips against hers with a nearly feral hunger. Her tongue demanding my mouth open to her, it’s difficult to withhold the groan in the back of my throat, hell, she’s earned it. Seems I’ve worked her up quite nicely, but before she gets carried away with this hunger I have something to tell her. Something that can’t wait. 

“That’s three.”

If she thinks she was the only one desperate to feel my cock impale then she was wrong, though I’d already buried myself in her slickness already, it was short lived, and I got a little distracted. I’ve still yet to come and I’ve seen to it that she’s enjoyed three exquisite peaks. I’m more than a little eager to enjoy what I know I’ve earned. 

But I don’t need to relay this information to her, Selene knows me and she’s desperately clawing at my shoulders and chest, trying to put me on my back. I comply somewhat, sitting back on my haunches stroking my cock, as she crawls towards me, an untamed look in her beautiful eyes. 

“Made a bit of a mess of me, darling,” She grins and that tongue of hers licks my thigh, tasting herself once more. 

Each swipe of her tongue thrills me, in public she’s a portrait of elegance, decorum, and propriety. But here? She’s pure sin, filth, desire, all the things I’ve thought of while fucking other women or while stroking my own cock in search of quick release. Her lips plant kisses up my thigh in between quick little flicks of her tongue that make it harder to focus on any thought other than where I want her mouth next. 

But my darling wife already knows this, already knows I’m satisfied with this foreplay and I’m ready to enjoy her oral skills. There’s no teasing of my cock with that sweet tongue of hers, no easing into it, just one moment her lips are on my thigh, and the next she’s swallowing my cock whole and I’m groaning loudly, not caring if the whole damn planet hears me.

“Kriff!” 

That sinfully sweet mouth of hers swallows my cock sucking and stroking with her tongue. My hips jerk in time with her and my head falls back and for a moment all I can do is revel in the sensations, trying to remember how to breathe to avoid hyperventilating. She moans onto my cock as if she enjoys the act as much as I enjoy receiving it, at the rate she’s going, she’ll be swallowing my cum in minutes. 

She still can’t quite take all of me but she’s certainly progressing, taking more and more each time, and whatever her mouth can’t manage those dangerous hands of hers help along. Slim and silky fingers work the remainder of my shaft, while her mouth sucks on the crown of my cock, like she’s enjoying a favored treat. It’s exquisite, like velvet massaging my length in ways my own hand is incapable of replicating.

My chest expands with each breath as she continues her oral ministrations, practically drooling over me, her hand twists and strokes my length in tandem, moaning every so often, I can feel the reverberations each time she does it. She hollows her cheeks and sucks me into her mouth, deep-throating as much of me as she can, engulfing my aching cock in the delicious heat of her mouth. She’s trying to get me to cum, it’s wet, sloppy, and her lips are swollen and red, slick with saliva. She could slay a man with that mouth of hers. 

“Trying to make me cum so soon? Can’t have that, darling. I’ve only started with you tonight.” My hands  hands tangle into her hair, squeezing just enough, to send the correct message, slow down. She reluctantly slows her pace and I breathe a sigh of relief now that I don’t have to worry about fighting an orgasm so quickly, stars know it would have been a struggle. 

My head falls back once more and I can feel my eyes drift shut. I don’t know how she can manage it with her mouth as full of my cock as it is, but each time her lips slide up and down I can feel the tip of her tongue tracing the underside of my length in a devilishly, almost ticking sensation and my hips jolt slightly. This is perfection, my wife on her knees eagerly pleasuring me lazily as though there isn’t anything else she’d rather be doing. 

I suck in a harsh breath when she focuses on the crown of my cock sucking gently, her sweet tongue circling slowly, dipping into my slit licking up the precum that leaks. Her hands never stop, one slowly strokes me sliding up and down with a twisting motion, the other, I can feel the pads of her fingertips as she lovingly begins playing with my balls, massaging, squeezing gently drawing all manner of guttural sounds from me. 

I’ll never forget the first time I was treated to the delights of her talented mouth, she woke me up like this the morning after we were wed, I’ve had women suck me off before, but to be woken by such a thing? Glorious. And here I thought I had tired her out sufficiently after that night, apparently not, seemed my new wife had quite the sexual appetite.

The suction of her mouth has increased in intensity and she’s moaning onto my cock, if she comes from this I’ve no idea what I’ll do with her.

“Selene,” My voice stutters slightly and the deep rumble in my chest reverberates throughout my body, if she keeps going I’ll paint the back of her throat in ropes of my cum. “Darling,” It’s difficult to get the word out, she’s so damned brilliant at this, I’ve got to practically wrench her from my cock by tugging on her hair and the creature whines like a little brat when I forcibly remove her though a thin string of saliva connects her lips to me still and I feel my gut churning. 

I cradle her neck, elevating her into a kiss where our tongues intertwine with raw hunger, a fusion of desires—hers and mine. The notion of marriage entwining with my career, initially perceived as a burden and disappointment, has evolved into an ineffable connection with a woman who mirrors my intellect, ruthlessness, and passion. Drawing her onto my lap, I relish the sensation of her attempting to draw nearer, attempting to satiate a need that has grown insatiable.

“As remarkable as those lips of yours are, I’d much rather bury my cock between these lips.” She moans when I dip my fingers between her legs, slowly teasing that little button of hers before dipping past it grunting when her heat engulfs my finger and she bucks into my hand. 

“Oh, we are ready, aren’t we?” My voice is needier than I like, but it can’t be helped, it’s simply what she does to me, but it’s not without its benefits. I let her fuck herself on my finger for just a moment.

I grab her thighs pulling her into my lap and her arms wrap around my neck, “S’going to feel so good.” I mutter into her neck as I line up my cock with her slick opening, smearing some of the wetness there before I plunge upward, seating myself entirely inside her, my entire body nearly crumpling. “Tell me, darling, tell me.”

Her moan is loud and with not a care for who hears her, her whole body writhes against mine as she adjusts. It’s almost unbearably tight after months of nothing and three orgasms in quick succession, but I need her words now, need her to tell me the things she knows I crave to hear. 

“Stars! Slow! I need to feel you!” As the lady wishes. “I’ve missed feeling you split me open, missed how deeply you fuck me.” She growls the words into my ear, and I can do nothing about the tremors that shake me with each slow thrust “Fuck your wife with your perfect cock, make me come for you again, cum for me, General Hux.” There’s such ferocity in her voice when she utters the last words with such exquisite annunciation of my name, that I feel only a surge of primal lust when I thrust up, seating myself completely into her cunt and she cries out. “I’ve want you!” She cries in a hoarse whisper.

She is my sanctuary. 

I never fathomed the depth of my yearning for such declarations. Undoubtedly, genuine admiration always finds its way to curry favor with me. Yet, the commendations Selene shares, whispered against my lips, professing how she's yearned for my presence and how sleep eludes her in my absence—those words hold sway over me that surpass any experience I've known. Her pleas for a deliberate pace, the longing in her voice as she implores my touch, the urgency in her desire for me to surrender to her—these sensations evoke a facet of my being previously dormant. A hunger for both emotional and physical connection emerges, revealing an aspect of myself I never envisioned. She assures me that I provide her with a haven, and she tells me she loves me.

The first time she uttered those words, it seemed utterly absurd. Love me? Who would entertain such a notion for someone like me? The echoes of my father's abuses resonated in my mind, the years of disparaging remarks reinforcing the belief that I was destined for nothing and unworthy of my position. Then entered Selene. As she came into my life, my father's cruel words gradually faded into the background. 

The revelation occurred after I confessed my role in orchestrating the demise of her father. Anticipating a torrent of anger, I was met with the unexpected. Instead, she threw herself into my arms, showering me with praise and affection. Something within me, long confined, was unleashed. Her declaration left me dumbfounded, a frozen moment of disbelief. I couldn't fathom it.

I clutch her tightly as she grinds on my cock, squeezing me so perfectly I just might cum right here and right now, it takes a moment for me to assert control over my own body once more enough so that I’ll last more than a minute. Poor dear is wriggling against me, eager for further stimulation, seems I’ve grown distracted by my own thoughts, my darling wife is ready for more.

She cries for more like a spoiled child wanting more treats.

I wrap her hair in my fist and jerk her head back to expose her delicate throat to me before I thrust up and hard. “This what you want?” I say as I bottom out with a groan.

She only pants and arches her back, my hand digs into her backside as I start a slow and deep rhythm, I won’t last terribly long, not for this first one. But I have a week here, a week to make her cry, make her cum, to fuck her in every conceivable position in every room of this house, making memories, as it were. She clings to me for dear life and with each thrust I can feel her grip on me tighten round my neck, her cries come in little, sweet, incoherent, murmurs, no idea what she’s saying but I pick out the occasional word or two; she says my name, that she wants more, that she loves me, pleading for me to stay.

Selene’s moan of approval, makes my skin prickle, it’s perfect, she’s perfect, and she’s all mine. My shoulders shudder slightly and a few ragged breaths come out hinting at how frayed the cord of my restraint is. 

“It’s like your body was made for me.” There’s the slightest tremor in my voice and my breath comes out of deep and shallow bursts with each slow thrust. A loud crack of Thunder makes her jump and as a result, she clenches me tightly enough to make me growl and shudder. “Maker, Selene!” 

“Faster, Armitage. Please,”

Stars. The things I’ll do for this woman, especially when she says ‘please’ while full of my cock. I nod, unwilling to resist her plea and increase my pace, but keep my thrusts shallow. If I switch to deep and fast then it will be over for both of us before I know it. I need to draw this out just a little bit longer, I’m not ready for it to end just yet.

My thrusts slow and I kiss her before withdrawing from her enitrely. “Turn around.” 

My hands on her hips guide her to face away from me. She assumes I wanted her from behind on all fours but when she leans forward I stop her. My arm locks around her waist pulling her against my chest. “Not quite.” I correct my well-intentioned wife, “Spread your legs, Selene. That’s it.” A hand slips between her legs, teasing her clit, and she writhes against my chest still a bit sensitive but eager for more, rolling her head side to side, moaning incoherent babbly resembling my name. My cock throbs, so close to her dripping core. With a shift of my hips and a quick thrust upward with a strained grunt, I’m back where I belong. At this new angle along with each sweep of my fingers and thrust of my hips Selene mewls in ecstasy.

One arm around her waist, the other buried between her legs, the angle is perfect, despite how my legs continue to burn but the way she squeezes his cock with each slow thrust more than makes up for any discomfort. I buried my face in her neck breathing in deeply of her scent as one of her hands cards through my disheveled hair, raking her nails up the back of my neck and along my scalp. The sensation causes my hips to briefly falter and a deep groan to radiate from my chest. 

“Missed this! Missed how perfectly your cunt squeezes my cock.” The arm that‘s wrapped around her waist moves up her body and guides her face to mine. “Kiss me, Selene.” My voice is thick and full of desire and she complies, unable to deny me what I want.

My hand between her legs continues to tease and stroke offering occasional gentle taps to her clit that shakes her entire frame between my painfully slow thrusts, she cries into my mouth a weak protestation. I can always taste how desperate she is, can feel it in how rigid she goes as though she’s trying to focus on pleasure exclusively. So needy in my arms so eager to come for me. “Tell me how you want me.” I husk, releasing her kiss-bitten lips. Grunting after a particularly hard thrust and tight squeeze that sends shivers down my spine. “Should I put you on your back? Or do you want to look down at me while you ride my cock?” My ability to maintain coherent thought and well-composed sentences while fucking her is really quite unfair. I thrust slower and harder, “I know, so difficult to choose, isn’t it?”

“This! Like this…!!”

I bite back a moan in agreement with another particularly slow thrust.

She kisses me and pulls my hair roughly earning a groan from me that caused me to buck harder against her. 

My arm wraps tightly around her, and my thrusts come faster and harder. My legs burn exquisitely from our position but I can’t be bothered to move as the torrent of euphoria bares down on us both, if this is how Selene wants me then this is how she’ll have me. My hand threads through her hair and I tug slightly, pulling her head back far enough that I can kiss her deeply. “This what you wanted, darling?”

“Yes! Maker! I love it when you’re rough with me…”

I groan again. Those words, those filthy, unladylike words, my chest heaves, my hair is now a delightful mess, and my eyes are clouded over in a hungry haze. “Keep talking like that and I won’t last much longer.”

“Keep fucking me like this and I won’t either!” Her breath hitches in her throat and her legs begin to tremble, her clit aching from all the stimulation, hungry for the next orgasm.

“One more! Once more, darling!” I say into her neck before kissing her again. She feels too good, as much as I want to fuck her for longer I’ve given her quite the workout, she’ll sleep for hours after this. The strongest storm Arkanis has to offer won’t be able to rouse her. So I let go, my hips snapping forward hard and deep and fast, just like she’s begged me for. “Going to fuck you like this all week, do you hear me?” 

My breath against her neck and my hand between her legs toying, teasing, tapping pushing her further and further along until the hot waves of release lap at her body. “Armitage! Yes, yes! Please!” 

“Going to cum in your pretty cunt,” She whimpers helplessly at my words, its words like these whispered harshly mid-thrust that sends her over the edge, I can hear my own voice shaking now. “Selene Hux, come for me, come for your husband!”

Something about saying that name, hers with mine, it does her in and her walls clench and flutter around my cock as if trying to pull me in farther than is possible, she screams as my own climax finally hits me like a meteor. A powerful shockwave to rival the most powerful weapon systems of the First Order pulses through my body and I can hear myself cry out: “Mine!” 

My thrusts are more frantic and my fingers continued their sensual dance her hips buck furiously against my hand. She calls my name over and over a final orgasm rips through her body, giving her no quarter, nor time to recover. 

Her voice cracks and breaks and her whimpering cries for me to fuck her grow to be too much for me I seize both her hips and push her forward onto the bed before driving forward, hard. Bottoming out again and again, her tight, wet heat strangling my cock from her previous orgasms sets me on a course for nirvana, and I chase it. 

My vision blacks out briefly in the throes of my all-encompassing orgasm and I seize up and roar as I spill hot seed into her, feeling her wall crush me and take me eagerly. “Fuck!”

I thrash against her wildly, not caring for anything else in the galaxy, chasing that orgasm before it slips away drinking it in, its tendrils wrapping around my body touching every nerve, causing them to pulse and overreact to any stimuli to the point that my own body doesn’t know what orders to obey. I feel perfect, I feel powerful, I feel desired, I feel everything as I empty into her body with rope after rope of hot cum and she takes all of it writhing against me.

The sensation gradually fades and slows as the last of the burning embers of orgasm fade then sputter out of existence and we’re left in the aftermath of our passion. The storm is considerably quieter now having exerted its strength and only the sound of our breathing breaks the tension in the air. I collapse onto my forearms on either side of her head. Deeply exhausted but sated like no other, the room smells of sex and sweat and we’re both a mess.

We sink into the plushness of the bed, and I exert deliberate restraint, resisting the urge to press Selene into the mattress too firmly. My entire frame quivers; it's been months since our last reunion, and during that time, it's easy to underestimate the profound intensity that exists between us. The sheer pleasure of her body against mine threatens to overwhelm me, and I can't suppress the involuntary shudder as I withdraw from her warmth. Her skin, cool to the touch, invites my attention. 

I sweep her hair delicately over her neck, revealing her face, and deftly shift us so that she lies on her back. Strands of her ebony hair cascade over the bed, and a delightful blush graces her cheeks, a testament to the satisfaction of her every desire and more. She resembles a contented cat, poised to drift into slumber. Naturally, she belongs nestled in my arms, and with minimal encouragement, she finds her place tucked against my side. I leisurely kiss her, savoring her lips like one relishing a cherished confection.

“Well, that’s four. I suppose we’ll have to work on your stamina throughout the week, darling.” 

~~~

Well, got THAT out of my system... I needed to take a short break from my two primary stories; Unbreakable Bonds and Shadows of Deception. Just working on the WIP grind and honestly it'd be WAY easier if these one shot idaes weren't popping up like a damn whack-a-mole! Oh well, one more down. Lets see which one pops up next! Hope you guys enjoyed this and as I mentioned it is inspired by Thunderstorms by @ladyinwriting18 and you should absolutely go check out her content she's a truly amazing writer and just released a Reylo fic that is to die for! She also has amazingly adictive TikTok content, and you can also support her on patreon! Her Obi-wan, Hux and Maul audios are... -chefs kiss- pitch perfect! Happiest of holidays to you all my Macabrlings!

[mylifeisactuallyamess]

A/N: This is for you @daydreamsofthrawn 🥰

Summary: Hux comes home to his home planet for a brief rest.

Warnings: None really. My own descriptions of Arkanis and thunderstorms. Established relationship. I put F!Reader but really it’s gn, I just can’t be bothered to change my moodboard. F!Reader just covers me because that is usually who I write for.

Word Count: 946

Tagging my Hux homies: @lemongingerart @princessxkenobi @starsandroots (I feel like I’m missing people 😅 it’s been a while since I posted my Ginger General.)

The rain lashed on the outside of the house as you busied yourself in the kitchen. It was dark, your motions highlighted by a small handheld candle. Most of Arkanis was state of the art, the houses full of the newest tech but sometimes a moment called for something softer.

He had returned from the war against the Resistance less than an hour ago. He’d barely said two words to you before disappearing into his study. You weren’t concerned by his behaviour, he needed time to adjust. In one environment he was the General that everybody looked up to. The one they swore their allegiance to and he had to keep the First Order together under the fracturing rule of the Supreme Leader. In this environment, he returned to being just Armitage. He could let go here, relax and not be haunted by the nightmares that plagued him in space.

He’d told you he couldn’t remember much of Arkanis before they’d left. When his father had smuggled them off the planet and away from the reach of the New Republic. He was only a small boy, fighting for approval and acceptance. Maybe it was a good thing he didn’t remember the planet and what happened to him.

Your attention was pulled to the clear pot of water as it reached boiling point. Streams of bubbles angrily rose to the surface until you pulled it off the heat. Letting the water settle, you then added the berries and leaves for the perfect Tarine Tea. You placed two cups with saucers on a tray, the lit candle stick and tucked a blanket over your arm.

You knew exactly where to find him. The door to his study opened almost silently, a dull grey light filtered into the room from outside accompanied by the full roar of the weather. Hux had thrown the balcony doors wide open, rain pounded on the cover, running in rivers off the slanted roof.

He was leaning on the balustrade, his First Order tunic abandoned on his chair so he was just in his under vest. He’d taken his boots off and swapped his ceremonial trousers for something more comfortable. You watched him for a moment, admiring the flex of his back and the colour of his hair because, even in the dull gloom of Arkanis, it still flared like a dying sun.

You could see the tension in his shoulders, the tightness of his muscles as he tried to sigh it all away and you imagined the hidden look of torture behind his impassive mask. He tried to hide it all from you, to not involve you in the devastation that was happening but you still saw the toll of it written all over him.

Gently you lowered the tray and slipped the blanket off your arm. Approaching quietly you unfolded the plush material and draped it over his chilled form.

“I brought tea,” you told him. Turning away to get it you felt his hand pull you to a halt. His hands were uncharacteristically warm, considering they had been out in the freshness all this time you’d expected him to be colder. He didn’t speak, pulling you closer into the softness of the blanket so he could wrap himself around you. Your eyes fluttered closed at his closeness, his scent was just as you remembered. The Arkanisian soap you’d given him mixed with the richness of the rain outside and you sighed with quiet contentment.

Your moment of bliss was shattered by the crawling flash of fork lightning as it cracked open the sky, swiftly followed by a large peal of thunder that pressed down upon you. Rolling over you and vibrating your insides with the intensity of the rumble.

The clouds were black, more lightning flashed revealing peaks as tall as mountains through the rain. Below the cliff, the sea swelled angrily, dashing against the sharp rocks as though it could wash them away from sheer force alone.

Most people deemed Arkanis a miserable planet. True it was hard to fly through the weather, many a pilot had lost their life to an ill timed lightning strike, or a ferocious gust that blew them into the reach of the sea creatures. Massive tentacled monsters that preyed on unsuspecting ships or anyone who dared go near the water. But you loved this planet and you knew Armitage did too.

He had once told you the noise of the rain calmed his thoughts. He was able to let everything melt away and come back to himself here, with you.

Lightning once again sliced through the clouds and you couldn’t help but gasp. It split, casting the ends of the strike into a web of intrigue as it struck whatever it was seeking. The light burned your eyes but you could not look away. It was very rare that you got to see the horizon of Arkanis, the other houses that dotted the cliff were usually hidden by the rain and gloom. Sunlight hardly ventured here and most of the planet relied on lights to help them see. Even then, the constant deluge made them useless.

You felt Hux tighten his grip on you, his arms pulling you just that bit closer into his form and he dipped his face to bury in the crook of your neck. His warm sigh blossomed on your skin and you felt some of the tension leave him. Turning your face you rested your cheek on his head, freeing a hand from the comfort of the blanket to run your fingers through his fiery locks.

He was home.

For a brief moment between the wars.

He was home.

Divider by: @firefly-graphics

[gingersnappish]

KYLUX RECS 2020-2021

My Kylux Recs in the last year (Aug, 20 2020 - Aug 20 2021)

SO. MUCH. GOOD. FIC!!! We are really lucky in this fandom to have so much good stuff to read!

Fic is part of the lifeblood of fandom, in my opinion-it shares new ideas and AUs and fleshes out the characters and most of all it inspires and entertains us all and engenders all sorts of feels for the characters-it’s part of what keeps us shipping! So a big ‘thank you’ to all the fic authors out there who work so hard at their craft and are generous enough to share it with all of us!

The following list is by no means comprehensive-there are LOTS and lots more very good fics that have been published in the last year that I haven’t read. I just wanted to offer up a few recs from what I know I enjoyed so far! (I also have more than fits on one list to rec-I’ll try and do another list soon!) As always, I rec based on personal taste, and I highly encourage reading all the tags/warnings on any given work to make sure it’ll be to your taste! -

The Flirtation Of Flowers 

DaisyChainz

https://archiveofourown.org/works/29771553

Words: 5,917

Rating: Teen

Summary:Kylo runs his farm's stall at the Farmer's Market every weekend. He has a new customer, a gorgeous redhead that is curious about the meanings of his bouquets. Kylo doesn't know anything about that, so he makes stuff up to keep the man coming back every week.

My thoughts on the rec: This is the cutest slice of a modern AU kylux-it really nails Kylo’s personality as a (slightly awkward) flirt who is trying his best and just really likes the redhead who keeps coming to buy flowers. Just a sweet little fic all ‘round!

all i have to do is dream

kyluxtrashcompactor

https://archiveofourown.org/works/18709426/chapters/44373613

Words: 11,456

Rating: Teen

Summary:Armitage Hux has been going to the same bar every Thursday for the last year, nursing a crush on the gorgeous, unobtainable bartender, Kylo Ren. He finally gets up the courage to ask him out, only to find out he has some unusual competition: the memory of a red-haired boy from Kylo's past, who Kylo swears is the soulmate that got away from him.A fill for this SoftKyluxKinks prompt:Anonymous asked: Benarmie with young Ben (around 11 years old) having a huge crush on Armitage (16). Hux finds it adorable but mostly ignores him because he's a kid. Flash forward a few years when Ben is all grown up and Hux is the one with a huge crush.

My thoughts on the rec: This is another really cute young modern AU! I like the idea that Ren has liked Hux forever, but this deals nicely with the age gap and that Hux really wouldn’t notice Ren back until they are both appropriately older. And they make such a cute couple-it’s a great progression from just ‘he’s hot’-like, there is a lot more to them than that in the end!

Homecoming 

sigo 

(really, read anything by sigo, it’s all my favorite)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/27150808

Words: 13,450

Rating: Explicit

Summary:“We’re off the next two weeks, you know.”“Yes, I know.” There was emergency construction scheduled to fix cracking asphalt too near a pipe in the center of campus. The buses couldn’t run, and that phenomenon was the only thing that ever cancelled classes. Halloween was dead center in the unplanned time off school, and every bar within a fifteen mile radius would be untenable as the students celebrated. Hux was planning on staying home, catching up on grading. He was rather looking forward to an opportunity to reread his favorite novels. They were already stacked by the couch in preparation.“My family always throws a Halloween party and they got word that I could come this year,” Kylo said, shuffling his feet. He looked almost bashful.“Ren, it’s midnight,” Hux sighed at his infuriating coworker. “Get to it.”“I may have informed my entire family previously that we were dating.”

My thoughts on the rec: One of my all-around fav fics from the last year’s worth of my reading material! It’s got the modern AU vibes down pat without losing their personalities or making them too OOC, it’s got the fake-dating trope done REALLY well, it’s got a wonderful creepy vibe strung delicately throughout for the Halloween haunted setting, it’s got plot and make-outs (and more). Can’t recommend highly enough!

Thaw

thesevioletdelights

https://archiveofourown.org/works/28557180/chapters/69982587

Words: 14,316

Rating: Explicit

Summary:They have managed cooperation - efficient cooperation, even - in these past months, which is more than enough. And already nothing short of a miracle for both of them.Still. Ren was a fool to think he could simply run off and keep Hux in the dark.-----When Ren goes missing on a mysterious planet, Hux sets out to find him. He doesn't yet know that he just might find himself.

My thoughts on the rec: This, like all of violet’s fic, is HOT! Like, scorching vibes between them! It’ll draw you in and not let you go ‘til after the boys are ‘done’! And, like all of violet’s fics, the character voices and personalities are also impeccable!

Rocks Break Gifts

elderbwrry

https://archiveofourown.org/works/25840237/chapters/62777839

Words: 16,706

Rating: Mature

Summary:The Rebellion has been crushed, a coup affected, and Supreme Leader Ren and his Grand Marshall Hux have settled into a domestic routine as the joint rulers of the Galaxy. Kylo wants nothing more, now, than to make his relationship with Hux official, but he can't seem to rise to Hux's challenge of a satisfactory proposal.Or, the five times Kylo proposes, and the one time Hux says yes.

My thoughts on the rec: Ahhhhh, the premise in this one is great! Like, I don’t wanna spoil the plot reveal at the end, so I can’t say too much, but there is a really good reason throughout the thing that this is a Five Times type fic and it works! It works so well and while we spend the fic ‘with’ Kylo, when we find out what Hux’s deal is, it is so satisfying! I Paint My Dreams

Marlon

https://archiveofourown.org/works/26685907/chapters/65090566

Words: 26,122

Rating: General Audiences

Summary:Kylo Ren is struggling to make a name for himself in the art world but as the grandson of the great Anakin Skywalker, a legendary pop artist of the 1950s and 60s, the weight of his famous family and his own expectations is a lot to bear.After he’s rejected from a prestigious exhibition because his installations “don’t fit the theme”, Kylo heads to the pub to drink away his disappointment. Later that night as he stumbles home, he’s set upon by some would-be thieves but before they can take what’s left of his money, he’s saved by a strange man with unbelievable Medusa-like powers. The ethereally beautiful man, Armitage Hux, is a visitor from Oweynagat and he has a simple proposition for Kylo - room and board in exchange for making all Kylo’s artistic dreams come true.Sounds easy - what could possibly go wrong?

My thoughts on the rec: Oh goodness, where to start? The Irish Mythology and Fae aspect of this fic is superbly woven throughout the whole thing and the author makes it work really well! Like, this is such a unique and original take on the kylux pair, I love them, especially Fae!Hux in this! And the plot is solid and you get invested really heavily in how they are gonna wind up-at least I did! There’s some beautiful language in this-descriptions and dialogue! And I have a soft spot for Artist!Kylo!

Dating a Monster

mysticmilks

https://archiveofourown.org/works/26703904/chapters/65139415

Words: 30,401

Rating: Explicit

Summary:Ben Solo was raised to be a demon hunter, as everyone in his family has been before him. He wanted nothing more than to prove that he was worthy to his family. He lied to them and went on an unauthorized mission to catch and kill an elusive incubus. His search led him to Arkanis University, one of the most prestigious schools in the country.He was sure the mission was going to be easy, before he met the cute freshman Armitage Hux. This meeting would change the fate of both of them.

My thoughts on the rec: Add another really good one to the slightly-creepy-kylux subgenre filled with demons and dark powers! This is a great depiction of Kylo as a very determined demon hunter and Hux as a very unique quarry! I love the tension in parts of this too-well crafted! The Green Ribbon

xzombiexkittenx, Lilander (art)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/28630845/chapters/70176921

Words: 39,679

Rating: Explicit

Summary:When Ben was fifteen he left the Jedi temple and took extreme measures to prevent the shadowy creature that infiltrated his thoughts from dragging him to the dark side. What he did left him with a great deal of chronic pain and removed his most valuable weapon, but Ben got his stubbornness from every side of the family, even the adopted ones, and he was determined to find and kill the creature.Now Senator Amidala of Naboo, Ben uses his position to make the galaxy a less awful place when he can, but being senator also gave him very useful contacts in his search for the creature. When he met Major Hux of the First Order, Ben thought he could get game-changing information out of him, one way or another, but things rarely go Ben's way and it got complicated much faster than Ben had prepared for. It's never a good idea to mix sex and politics, but Ben takes his fun where he can get it.

My thoughts on the rec: I feel like this is a very original take on ‘Senator Amidala’ Ben, at least from the stuff I’ve read-many props to the author for such a fleshed out universe, filled with likeable, believable OCs, a wonderful plot, great character motivations and voices, and a take on our main man Ben that pulled me in from the get-go! He’s sorta magnetic (in universe and to the reader)! And the sexual tension and sexy bits are very well done! I’m rooting for Ben and Hux in this, on opposites sides though they may be! Comfort Zone

LydiaBSlade

https://archiveofourown.org/works/26783797/chapters/65338117

Words: 66,766

Rating: Explicit

Summary: Hux is running away. He meets a tall, dark, and somewhat annoying stranger at the airport.

My thoughts on the rec: Travel writing at its best; also kylux fic at it’s best! Young, modern them trying to find their places in the world and finding each other in the process is so cute and almost tenderly done in this! This is a gentle, friendly version of modern Kylo that I fell in love with, right along with Hux! And by the way, I’m not kidding when I say travel writing-the southeast asian setting is vivid and enchanting in it’s rich detail! Outnumbered, Outgunned, Outmanuevered, and Winning

Coriesocks, Ellalba (art)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/28217253/chapters/69144672

Words: 80,372

Rating: Explicit

Summary: Hux’s plans for ridding the First Order of Kylo Ren are ruined when Ren discovers his deception. With no choice but to flee, Hux ends up in the hands of the Resistance. It’s not ideal, but at least he gets a break from Ren. Until he doesn’t.When Ren starts appearing in Hux’s dreams, Hux wonders if the stress of being a spy has taken more of a toll on his sanity than he’d previously thought. And if that wasn’t bad enough, he has to deal with constant pestering from Poe and a mildly inconvenient kidnapping. Of course, it’s Ren who saves him in the end. There’s clearly no getting away from him.

My thoughts on the rec: A really interesting take on something that is both a alternate rewrite of what could have happened instead of TROS and a TROS-fix-it of sorts! Hux is stellar in this, we really get a good look in his head and Coriesocks handles it masterfully! I really liked how their relationship develops gradually in this, it’s Enemies To Lovers at its best! Bloodlines and Brandy

EmperorsVornskr

https://archiveofourown.org/works/22989934/chapters/54963601

Words: 130,785

Rating: Explicit

Summary: Sebastian Hux is a native of the Deep South who loathes his origins, and seeks to pull himself from the stifling quagmire, but his bloodlines call him back to the property that has blessed- and plagued- his family for centuries.Unspoken secrets fill his inheritance, skeletons fill every closet, and a monster lurks in the shadows, tied to two bloodlines joined by fate, greed and hatred that has spanned across generations.As Hux learns about his family’s tainted legacy that has now become his burden, he discovers there is more involved than just having to be the curator of property that the locals shun with hushed whispers, that he has inherited more than an estate- he also has a terrible and loathsome horror tied to his very blood.When curious young locals come calling, and Hux’s past tormentors come out of the woodwork to simper and scrabble for a piece of the newly rich, the body count begins to rise, the smell of blood in the old slaughterhouse is getting harder to hide, and Hux realises that he will need to find a better way to pacify the hulking shadow that perches on his roof every night before his hometown’s tiny population is completely decimated.

My thoughts on the rec: This one is EPIC! Like, in length (which it needs every word of for the story that is going on here) and in the great portrayal of Kylo and Hux and their relationship! It’s super original too-not just the plot but the depiction of Kylo as something ‘other’ and the Southern Gothic vibes, and Hux-this is a wonderful take on Hux! He loses none of his edge, in my opinion and yet the reader is ‘with’ him all the way through, rooting for him! The descriptions are killer too-EmperorsVornskr has a felicity of expression that kept me reading (albeit in more than one sitting). Also worth noting that this is a wonderful and carefully handled depiction of trans!Hux, in my admittedly cis opinion. The theme of finding your tribe/your people/and your special someone in this, albeit in sometimes unexpected places is warming! I enjoyed every moment of this fic! Gravity Well

kyluxtrashcompactor

https://archiveofourown.org/works/13062495/chapters/29879001

Words: 176,421

Rating: Explicit

Summary: Snoke is gone, but his death has solved nothing between Hux and Kylo Ren. The First Order's trust in their leaders wanes as they vie for power over one another, and if they cannot learn to work together, they may both lose everything they've worked for.Forging that alliance after years at each other's throats will not be as easy as letting the past die, however—they will face subterfuge, enemies in the shadows, treachery, and being stranded on a hostile planet with creatures out of nightmare, barely escaping constant danger with their lives while having only one another to rely on.And that is just the beginning.

My thoughts on the rec: I realize this one is very well known by now, but I’ll rec it again for good reason! It’s quality long-fic! I love how competent Hux is in this surival-style fic, even without the Force to save him! And Kylo is a badass! kyluxtrashcompactor is a master of the slow burn here and we’re even lucky enough to be getting a sequel (although Gravity Well will also stand perfectly on its own). The writing in this will draw you in and not let you go!

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That’s all for now! I hope you enjoy reading these as much as I did!  

[gerdavonrinnlingen]

I'm still revisiting my old fics ^^

"Heterotopia" is my 4th Gingerrose Fic. I wrote it 2019 right after "Ginger Gears" because ... idk I guess I wanted to write more Rose/Hux Angst xD And yes, it's even longer than all my previous fics!

I think what I like about "Heterotopia" is that is very emotional and multi-layered, well more multi-layered than my previous fics ;)

Summary: General Hux is captured by the Rebels. He tries his best to resist interrogation… and a certain mechanic.

Read it on AO3

Extract below the cut

Kalonia smeared the ointment on his wrists. It felt… nice. The cool ointment helped with the burning sensation. The feeling reminded him of sunshine, but he had no idea why.

Raabat appeared. “Are you finally done? We need to get work done.”

“Of course,” said Kalonia and grabbed her bag. “I'll check on you later, Hux.”

He nodded and watched them leave. Only Tico and himself stayed back.

He turned to face her. “Did you make any progress with the 45er-PQ-subprocessor, Sergeant Tico?”

She shook her head. “I’m not sure.” She pulled up the holo of the subprocessor and enlarged it. “I think the problem is this slight corrosion here. It’s basically the same with any other processor used in space, they all get a  little corrosive at the edges after a decade or so. But they are sturdy enough to compensate for that minor problem.”

“Hm, the 45er-PQ is quite fragile. I assume that is the problem?”

“Yep. First I thought I could just enhance the sturdiness by adding a bypass. But it would get too bulky. So I figured I might as well encase the whole thing in conductive gel. Even if the corrosion prevents the data-transfer the gel would get the impulses through. Not elegant but kriffing sturdy.”

“Conductive gel? I have never heard of it.”

She shrugged. “Just a little something I came up with after dealing with so many fused circuits. It’s a dilithium based super-conductive paste. There won’t be any repairs possible after using his in a system of course. Sticks to the electrical system worse than a hutt to his credits. But when the circuits are shot anyway it doesn’t matter.”

He stared at her. Brilliant. She was simply brilliant! 

“You solved it! That’s- that’s incredible!” he said.

“Not really, I mean in theory it should work. Look at this,” she enlarged another section of the subprocessor, “it’s not clear if it will work after 20 hours in space.”

Hux got up and took two steps towards the holo, then he froze in his tracks and looked down to his right leg. It wasn’t shackled at his workbench. He was free. They had forgotten to bind to the workbench.

He looked back up to Tico, she had realised that too. She stared at him wide-eyed and a range of emotions passed over her face, fear, anger and finally decisiveness. She reached down and pulled some device out from under her workbench.

Before he could say anything, he felt an excruciating, burning pain on his chest and everything turned black.

When he woke up, he was lying on his cot. He could barely move, his muscles felt hard and refused to obey him.

“It will wear off eventually.”

He managed to turn his head a little. Sergeant Tico stood in front of his cell. 

“It was an Electro-shock prod I assume? C1 or handheld?” He knew the feeling. Cadets at Arkanis had been handed out these devices for hand-to-hand combat.

“Handheld.”

“So two hours.”

“Yep. You familiar with them?”

“Yes.”

She cleared her throat. “I was surprised and decided to act.”

“A wise decision. After all, I tried to kill you, once.”

“Actually it was a couple of times. At least if you count the Raddus and Crait.”

“It wasn’t personal.”

She snorted. “Really? I took it personally.”

“For the record, I was as surprised as you were when I discovered that I wasn’t bound anymore. Next time, please remember that I’m currently not in a position to hurt you.”

“I disagree. For all I know you could have grabbed my hydro-spanner and stabbed me in my eye. You are capable of anything. You killed billions of people with one shot.”

He gulped. “Perhaps you are right.”

Silence stretched out.

“You know what really gets me?” she asked in a low voice. “You are smart. You are not some idiot who is too dense to know what he is doing. But you still built Starkiller.” She inhaled sharply. “And after erasing five planets with so much as a blink of an eye you decide to save two kids from drowning. How the kriff does this fit together?”

He grimaced. “I don’t know.” He said in a quiet voice.

He could her clothes rustling. She was probably crossing her arms. “What?”

“I don’t know!” he snapped.

She scoffed and he could hear footsteps receding. 

He stared at the rivets at the ceiling. He was immobilized for at least two hours. His mind wandered back to Sergeant Tico. He didn’t know why she had even bothered to show up; what did she expect she would hear from him? 

Sergeant Tico… she really was brilliant. She had invented a conductive gel just like that. And yet she acted as if wasn’t something special - she was probably the most skilled engineer he had ever met.

She was highly intelligent, modest to a fault and very pretty. He frowned. When had he noticed that? Probably when she had smiled at him. She really had a kind smile. No, no, he wasn’t supposed to notice that.

He could feel himself blush. It didn’t mean anything, of course. It was just a general observation. Yes, from an objective viewpoint, it was a fact that she was pretty. Just like it was a fact that she was brilliant. And strong, and fearless. Instead of recoiling she had acted, had shocked him into unconsciousness.

There was not an ounce of weakness about her. Her family was certainly a dynasty of accomplished inventors and engineers. Perhaps she was here to win their approval? Hm, the conductive gel was remarkable. But so was her work with the chips. Perhaps they had high standards, like- like he had.

He pushed the image of him standing before a desk, with eyes cast down, away. The gel… But of course she needed to prove first that it worked.

It would take at least months to collect conclusive data. Was there really no way to find out sooner if this incredible gel worked?

Zero gravity was easy to achieve in a confined space… all they needed was an anti-gravity platform and an ionized UZ-cube that could be reverse engineered. Yes, that could work. Provided that they could find the right frequency to imitate the stress after 20 hours - so three force fields with a slight pull were needed too.

Hux stared at the ceiling, calculating in his head.

[solohux]

Thief Kylo Ren is the best in the galaxy at what he does. No job is too big, no treasure too hidden, no jewel too sacred. So when he hears about the gem of Arkanis, he’s intrigued. Said to be red in colour and locked away in the bowels of Arkanis Academy, the gem is said to be so heavily guarded that no one has ever set eyes upon it. It’s the pride and joy of the Arkanisian people, a source of hope. Therefore, Kylo has to have it.

Getting into the Academy is harder than Kylo anticipated but he works at it, disguising himself as a tutor and using his manipulative Force-powers to trick these weak-minded fools into letting him behind enemy lines. It isn’t long before he’s in General Brendol Hux’s private office, looking for the entrance to the gem’s hidden vault. He finds a hidden keypad that has a 16 digit passcode on it but Kylo has worked through tougher doors than this one. Soon enough, the wall parts to reveal a turbolift door. Whilst descending, Kylo changes his clothes from that of a First Order tutor and back into his thief-like clothing, complete with gloves so that he can handle the delicate gem into his bag to sell on to the highest bidder.

But none of this is what he was expecting. He thought there’d be a plinth or a case with the red gem inside of it but instead, the turbolift doors open into a white room where there’s a screen of duraglass in front of him and living chambers behind it. There’s a bed, a kitchenette, a desk and massive piles of books and blueprints. And standing amongst it all is a beautiful, red-haired man. He looks to be about Kylo’s age but is slight in stature. He’s barefoot, dressed in a white shirt and white pants, looking more than alarmed at the intruder in front of him.

Kylo tells the man that he just wants the gem of Arkanis and then he’ll leave.

“So that’s what they call me,” the man shrugs, huffing a laugh out before picking up his fallen chair and sitting back at the desk, resuming his work with the blueprints.

Kylo’s confusion is palpable. It cannot be that this skinny man is the gem that he’s been searching for. He can’t be. Someone would know that there’s no jewel, just a man in a glass box.

Kylo introduces himself to the man. The man tells Kylo that his name is Armitage, the mind behind all of the ingenious designs of the First Order’s military and armoury. Annotated blueprints for the First Order’s Starkiller planet are pinned to the wall as well as drawings of ships and blasters and stormtrooper armour. There may not be a physical jewel to steal but Kylo is content enough with stealing the gem of Arkanis for himself, to use Armitage’s ideas and creations for his own financial gain.

So he does. He breaks Armitage out of his glass cage and they escape, with Kylo making it very clear to Armitage that he is his prisoner and will be treated as such. Armitage doesn’t seem to care what happens to him so Kylo’s threats are meaningless; Kylo has never come across anyone who is long scared of him and it’s strangely endearing. Kylo finds himself calling Armitage ‘gem’ a lot whilst they’re cooped up in his ship whilst he travels back to his home on the other side of the galaxy. Armitage is snarky, making quips all the time.

But all Kylo has to do is get back to his hideout without the gem being harmed or escaping. He hadn’t accounted for the feelings that would develop along the way. Armitage is beautiful in every way.

Can a thief truly call himself a thief if he allows his own heart to be stolen?

[wingedwizardcat]

Thaw

Warnings: implied child abuse and drug use

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As soon as he and his father were aboard the ship, Armitage Hux was left to his own devices in the hold. The freighter was small, clearly not designed for transporting passengers, and the only place for the boy to sit was amongst the cargo as the adults sat upfront in the cockpit. He'd not wanted to leave his home on Arkanis and having his father as a travelling partner did nothing to soothe his anxiety - his father's presence never meant anything good for the young Hux.

"Food." Brendol Hux announced himself with a bark sometime later, dropping a ration bar on the floor beside his only son, "What's wrong with you, boy?"

"I'm c-c-cold, Sir." the child shivered, leaning forward to collect the only food he knew he'd get for hours.

"Ungrateful wretch." the Imperial Academy Commandant sneered, placing his boot over the bar and crushing it to crumbs with his weight, "You're a weakling and I should have left you to die in the Rebellion's attack. Being cold is a luxury compared to the hell you could have been trapped in."

"I-I-I'll do better, Sir."

"I doubt that. You'll try, but you'll never amount to anything, Armitage."

-

"Your skin is like ice." Kylo removed his ungloved hand from the other man's slim arm with a shiver, looking over his lover with concern, "Hux?"

"Hmm?" the General murmured in response, blinking himself out of his thoughts and glancing over his shoulder at the force user, "We're in space, Ren, the cold is to be expected."

The pale ginger had been stood at the viewport in his regulation undershirt and trousers for some time, clearly still struggling with the loss of his career defining weapon - Starkiller Base. Since the planet had exploded and the co-commanders had barely escaped with their lives, Hux had swayed between bouts of anger and distracted inaction.

"You'll catch a chill at this rate, where's your greatcoat?"

"Somewhere. It hardly matters." Hux muttered with a dismissive motion of his hand, "He was right you know, my father, he always said I'd never amount to anything. I should have left the academy when I had the chance and spent all the family money on death sticks and spice, at least then I wouldn't have come so close to proving him wrong before I failed spectacularly."

-

"Idiot boy!" Brendol Hux snarled, dragging his son along by his thin wrist, "I thought you were beginning to learn but you're nothing but a disgrace to my name!"

"I didn't ask for your name. It's you who forced it upon me." the teenager replied with a sneer, allowing himself to be pulled along, "Another round of reconditioning, is it? Your hallucinogens will only encourage me to find another fix!"

"Enough!" the Commandant yelled, backhanding Armitage across the face and shoving him into the dark and cold cell below the academy, "I won't have you spending your allowance on drugs! You'll stay here until you're ready to become the cadet that the Empire requires."

"You'll be waiting a long time, Brendol!" the youth replied, wiping the blood from his face as the door slammed shut and locked behind him.

It was a month before he managed to shake off the spice withdrawals and two further months of isolation before he was ready to resume his training at the academy. At first, he sought to be the best in every class just to spite his father, but as time went on, he forced himself to be better in pursuit of his own greatness.

-

"You haven't failed, this is just a setback." the former Jedi stated, shrugging off his cloak and placing it over the General's shoulders, "Neither of us have failed. The Resistance may still be out there, but we're still alive, so the battle isn't over yet."

"You really think we can win? Your precious force seems to be on their side."

"The force doesn't take sides. We were just unlucky on Starkiller."

Hux sighed, reaching up and pulling the warm cloak closer around him, "Snoke will kill me for Starkiller. I'm surprised he hasn't already. You'll probably be forced to share command with General Pryde."

Ren chuckled, putting his arms around Hux when the ginger leaned back into him, "Pryde wouldn't last an hour in your post, I'd ensure it. There's no need to be concerned about Snoke, he'll be dead soon."

"Dead?" Hux squawked, turning to face him, "Since when?"

"He's no longer useful to my plans. I'll get rid of him and we'll be free to take the First Order in whatever direction we want."

"We? Is this a proposal from my future Supreme Leader?"

"My Grand Marshall deserves a far more romantic propsosal." Kylo murmured, placing a gentle kiss on his lips, "Trust me, it'll all work out in the end."

[not-so-allegiant-general]

There were nights when Brendol Hux was appearing in his bedroom uninvited. He was dead. Hux knew that. But somehow he couldn't throw him out of his head. It was humiliating. Siting on the ground and crying because someone gifted him a bottle of alcohol. The kind of alcohol that Brendol used to drink all the time. And Hux could only feel shattered glass cutting his skin, he could only hear screams and insults. And It kept happening. Suddenly the panic took over, and he wasn't general any more. He was a whining child, crying on the ground, struggling to catch his breath, trembling and praying for this to stop.

And memories. Memories of pain, violence and abuse. Of fear and humiliation. Of deepest and blackest despair.

And after all of that just emptiness. He could sit on the ground or under his desk for hours, tremble and stare into nothing. And feel nothing. And be nothing. No matters how hard he tried Brendol was always somewhere near. Haunting him and harming him even after death.

Once, Kylo found him under the desk. It was after inspection on Arkanis. Hux was impressed that he could at least keep his composure planet side.

"Hux?..."

"Please stop" he clenched hands on his hair trying hard to breath. Kylo blinked looking at him in confusion.

"General?" He came closer.

"Don't touch me!" Hux pressed himself into corner. " Please stop. Leave me alone" Ren stand there looking at him not really knowing what to do with this broken Hux. He checked his mind, inhaled sharply and withdrew quickly

"What a mess..." He murmured to himself and took off his helmet "Hux? Can you hear me? " Hux couldn't. And he was hyperventilating. "You need to breath. Hux. " Hux. General flinched hearing him in his head. That's right. Breath. Good. "You want some of that awful tarine tea?" Hux nodded taking another breath. Kylo brought him a cup and a blanket from the bed. Hux was looking at him silently, a bit calmer now but still trembling. Ren put cup and a blanket next to him and sat down on the ground closely. It took Hux a few more minutes to actually drank some tea and draped blanket over himself. It felt warn. It felt good.

"Can you stand up?"

"What?"

"Up Hux?"

"ah.. no. I.. don't think so.. "he rubbed his cheek on the blanket. Like a cat. Kylo thought. "I usually drag myself to the bed on all fours. Till today i thought there is actually nothing more humiliating than this but life is full of surprises isn't it?" Hux laughed " Are you going to mock now or do i get a few minutes to end my tea?"

Already so defensive...

" Don't talk too much just keep breathing" he ignored his bubbling and gave him his hand. "Come"

Hux went silent he got up carefully and leaned on Kylo. Then curled on the bed. Ren sat down on the edge.

"You are not going to mock aren't you?"

" No."

"Its ever worse"

Kylo sighed.

"Every time you open that mouth of yours i want to destroy something you know?" He felt fear. "No. Am sorry i... Didn't meant It like that i won't harm you"

Hux snorted.

"Do you now? I do have quite nice collection of bruises because of you, Lord Ren" and suddenly Kylo felt shame creeping at his cheeks.

"I..."

"Spare me this. I don't want to hear empty apologies just to be thrown on another console next week"

" It won't happen again, Hux"

" If you say so." He said drawing circles with his finger on the pillow. " Why did you... You brought me tea and... "

"Yes. And i will stay for the night. Do. Not. Argue. With that. "

" Why are you doing this ? "

Kylo sighed taking off his boots.

"i guess... I spent too many nights under my bed to find it funny" he looked at him.

" Did you met there any monsters? Or you're the one that most children are scared of?"

" Funny. Surely not the one that you're scared of".

"No. I was never scared of monsters."

"That... Explains a lot. Actually. " Hux laughed humourlessly.

"Yes Ren. It takes more than this badly crafted saber, mask and choking to scare me. I actually prefer when you come after me than after my crew"

"What?"

" I can take a lot and be... Mostly fine" he said silently and sat straight. " But i need my crew to be healthy and fully operational. Last time you choked Mitaka he was at medical leave for a week." Kylo snorted " it's not funny Ren! " Hux snapped at him.

"So you are saying it's not coincidence that every time i am in the middle of...

"Tantrum" Hux offered smoothly.

"Whatever. It's not coincidence that you are always around"

"Of course it's not. I am responsible for this people. As i said i prefer that you vent your anger on me. Not on them. Now get out. " He stood up.

"Excuse me?"

"Get out" Kylo wanted to touch his arm, but he heard click and found himself under a pointing blaster that Hux was holding "Get out. Or I will call security on you "

"As if they would help you... " he ripped out the blaster of his hand with the force.

That day Kylo Ren learned that Hux has a dagger in his sleeve. And that he actually knows how to use it. And how painful It is to be stabbed with monomolecular blade. Especially when that blade breaks in half inside of the wound. That day he learned that Hux is not a rabid cur. He is a viper. He strikes quickly. And with terrifying precision. If blade entered his body a few millimetre in any different direction he would be dead.

That day he learned that Armitage Hux is indeed dangerous.

[galadhir]

Life Sentence

Let's see if I can remember how to do a header Fandom: Star Wars Sequel Trilogy Pairing: Armitage Hux & Poe Dameron (kind of pre-slash, kind of just emotional entanglement) Rating: PG Follows on from my From the Ashes

Poe visits Hux in prison to see how he's doing. He is doing almost exactly as you might expect.

Poe stiffened as the prisoner was brought out, forced into the seat opposite him and chained to the table.

Hux looked as he had looked above Crait—sallow, skeletal, the blue of sleeplessness beneath his hollow eyes bleeding into the bruises that lined his face from brow to chin.

Poe had not meant for him to be captured, or sent to jail. When he had rescued the man from the wreck of the Finalizer, he had intended to bring Hux to Arkanis and allow him to take up a new life there, courtesy of hair dye and a change of name. But Poe had not reckoned with his own fame. Reporters had cornered them as soon as they landed, and Hux’s face was both well known and memorable.

There had been a trial. He had testified that Hux had saved his life, and more than that—that Hux had been a double agent for the Resistance for over a year, saving countless lives and ultimately preventing the entire galaxy from falling once more under the thumb of Palpatine. He had pulled out all the stops on persuasion, smiled brilliantly for the cameras, glittered with the gold braid and glory of a general of the victorious Resistance, Leia Organa’s heir.

He had all but seduced the Togruta judge. And he had achieved this—lifetime imprisonment for Hux in a high security prison on Coruscant, and a pledge on his own behalf to check on him once a month, until death did them part, or he found a good enough excuse to stop.

“Kriff,” he said now, breathing in the stale, gym-sock air, and feeling Hux’s bruises like he’d put them there himself. “I’m sorry.”

Fragile, almost fawn-like, his slender arms encircled by the purple-green prints of squeezing fingers, Hux still bore himself like an emperor, and his eyes burned with a familiar light.

He flicked Poe’s concerns aside with dismissive fingers. “Truly I was impressed by how passionately you argued my case. I almost believed you myself.”

A guard stood behind him, and another by the door, both of them with the slab-like, piggish faces of men who could not be trusted with weakness.

But Poe didn’t have to concern himself with them. “But you’re hurt. They’ve been treating you badly. I’ll lodge a complaint. I’ll—”

Hux actually smiled, a private sideways quirk of the mouth like he was sharing a joke with a friend. “Don’t trouble yourself. It’s always like this at the beginning.”

His posture didn’t change—they were being monitored from a dozen cameras—but a flinty, terrifying look surfaced briefly in his expression, and was gone before Poe could do more than shiver. “It helps me decide how to thin the herd.”

Poe struggled against the urge to scrape his chair backward, out of range of… of this brutalized and beautiful young man, who had already murdered so many. It was so easy to forget who Hux was that sometimes he suspected the man of working hard to disguise it.“

Always like this?” he asked, because nothing else of what he wanted to say could be said in that bleak, wipe-down-plastic room. “When have you been in prison before?”

Hux actually laughed, a little huff of dismissive humour. “Always.”

~

“Surely he could have got out. Like you did,” Poe asked Finn later, when that cynical, resigned little word had disturbed his sleep for weeks. “They must have taught the officers to fly, at least?”

“No,” Finn said, sitting cross-legged in the air above one of the spilled blocks of stone mined from the Jedi temple. A dozen glow-globes hovered around him, tracing loops of careful thought. His serene face was gilded by the light of them. “No. Pilot training was for pilots only. And pilots were triple conditioned, provided with kill switches, and encouraged to die rather than aid an escape.”

He took a deep breath and opened his eyes, softer and less certain than they once had been. “I don’t think you realize what a miracle of the Force it was that you were there for me just when I needed you. Not everyone gets such chances.”

Finn breathed the in-taken breath back out, long and slow, his shoulders lowering, his hands opening. Even the faint lines of tension around his mouth smoothing out, as though he had shed something that was burdening him.

“And Snoke was watching him, of course.”

Then he smiled, the shocking, joyful smile that Poe remembered from before this all got so complicated, before he was a Jedi, and Poe was a general. “I still think you should be aiming your pity in the opposite direction. I don’t think he needs it.”

[emperorsvornskr]

Hux is pregnant, and fears for the life of his child, so he and Kylo plan Hux's "defection," and subsequent "Death," and Mitaka is charged of "disposing of the body." He's smuggled off the Steadfast and he returns to Arkanis.

Kylo does not survive the war.

Hux gives birth on Arkanis, (to the delight of his mother) and lives in seclusion, waiting for Kylo to return, but loses faith after months without contact, which turns into years of silent grieving to spare his daughter the pain.

He cries himself to sleep every night when he finally accepts that the father of his child isn’t coming home.

The aftermath of the war doesn't catch up to him until his daughter is five years old, who is showing signs of being more like Kylo than Hux- and when Rey shows up, following the trail of an Awakening. She's greeted by Hux and his mother, both wielding knives and blasters.

Rey is shocked, to put it lightly, to not only find the "dead" General Hux alive, but with a Force Sensitive daughter who is UNMISTAKABLY Kylo's, too. After reassuring them she's not there to take anyone away or kill Hux, she's invited in for a tentative tea to meet the child. 

She's bubbly, sweet, and imaginative- and she tells Rey "Wen wants cake, so you should have some, too."

Wen, Hux explains, is her imaginary friend. Rey stays for tea, and the girl glances to her right often.

"Please don't take me away. That would make Wen and Daddy very sad."  

Rey reassures her she won't, and the girl beams, and smiles to her right.

 "I tooold you~" the girl says happily, swinging her feet. Hux sighs, but smiles, he's used to it. Rey looks at the girl more closely, then does a double take at the empty space beside the child.

Beside the girl, smiling sadly- and apologetically- is a barely visible, hazy shape of Kylo Ren, refusing to leave his family.

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Wife

General Armitage Hux x Reader

Summary: Kylo Ren and General Hux didn’t like each other. But when Kylo learned something about the General, he didn’t waste much time investigating it.

 Every person who counted in the First Order was invited to a secret planet for a very important meeting.

The Supreme Leader found it to be very important for everyone to meet and to speak on the matter of completely destroying the Republic, since it seemed like that individually all have failed.

So, every commander and general of all the ships were there to attend.

As Snoke’s apprentice, Kylo Ren, and General Hux was put as the two most important people, right after Snoke himself, they had to make sure that everyone who arrived was welcomed.

Kylo was bored and frustrated out of his mind. Hux was just as bored, but he didn’t groan every moment a ship landed. Nevertheless, Kylo sure did. So when the next ship and its occupants arrived, he was all ready for the hundredth welcoming.

“Commander Glung, and General Hvujk. Welcome to Troitih.”

“General Hux. It’s been years since we met, nice to see a familiar face.” explained the commander ignoring Kylo Ren’s welcome.

“The pleasure is mine Commander Glung.”

“How’s your wife lately?” asked the commander. This got Kylo’s attention. He didn’t know Hux was married.

“She’s doing just fine. Thank you.”

“Well, since she is a general like yourself, I assume she will be here too.” said Glung as he walked away.

“You have a wife?” asked Kylo, his helmet deforming his voice.

“I do. The Supreme Leader arranged the marriage about ten years ago.”

“Oh.” of course it was an arranged marriage. “And why isn’t she on the same ship as you?”

“Supreme Leader decided to have her move three years after we got married. She is a commander now. Commander of the ship, Black Swan. There she is.” Hux said pointing at a fully black ship.

Kylo watched a half-droid creature getting off, soon after the most beautiful woman he has ever seen. She was in a very elegant dress, high heels and a long black cape followed her, the only jewellery she wore was a band ring. Kylo watched every move of the woman, he closely examined her face. In his opinion, she was too beautiful to be Hux’s wife. But he came to the conclusion that you must hate your husband.

But oh how wrong he was. Because he saw your eyes lit up with joy when you saw Hux, your lips formed a smile which he envied from the ginger general.

“Commander Hux and General Grieven. Welcome to Troitih.” said Hux after a few seconds of silence from Kylo. The man seemed to be frozen.

“Hello Armi, it’s nice to see you.”

“The pleasure is mine, Y/N.” with that, both you and your general walked away. You didn’t even look at Kylo.

A few hours have passed. All guests have arrived and Kylo was in his room, still shocked from the news he learned earlier that day.

He wanted so bad to find out who you really were. Then he realized that he should ask the only commander who was friendly with Hux besides you, Commander Glung.

It took Kylo two minutes to find him, and the commander was already tipsy when he found him in the common area. Perfect for Kylo’s plan.

Two more drinks later, the commander was speaking freely.

“You seem to know Hux.”

“Yes. The ginger and I were mere kids when we got into this, we grew up on Arkanis. I mean he is quite distinctive with his red hair, you cannot miss him. Then when he got 23, he was forced to marry, Y/N.”

“She grew up with you too?”

“Oh no. Snoke got her from somewhere. Some said he bought her, some said he rescued her. But that’s just gossip. I think he either kidnapped her or something similar. She hates Snoke. She made attempts to kill him even.”

“But why not kill her?”

“Snoke needs her. Apparently, she is force sensitive. And a really strong one at that. A maid once said she saw Y/N stop Snoke’s lightnings. But she wasn’t in full awareness of her powers at that point. So he needed something or someone to keep her under control.”

“Hux? Really? He’s weak.”

“He might be, but it was said that he needed to marry Y/N so she will stop disobeying. Snoke’s plan was to make her fall in love. And after that happened, Snoke had her in a corner.”

Kylo didn’t understand that and the much drunker man answered to his confusion.

“Since she’s in love with Hux, she doesn’t want him to get harmed. So, she’ll do as she’s told if she doesn’t want her husband to get hurt. And it clearly works since she hadn’t been doing any of her shenanigans ever since.”

“Oh.”

Now it was all clear to Kylo. Snoke must have wanted you to be his apprentice but you disobeyed. Even the fact that you were a force user wasn’t really a shock to Kylo he sensed something the moment you got off your ship and why else would the Supreme Leader need you?

In the meantime, you were in your assigned room, waiting for Armitage to arrive. You told him that you needed to see him due to an urgent matter.

And soon, your lover arrived.

“Why did you call for me?” he asked, with his emotionless face.

“I just wanted to see you.” you said as you went to hug him. He hugged back. “I haven’t seen you in a long while, and those hologram calls don’t count.”

“I missed you too.” he finally admitted as he pulled you closer. His voice was so quiet, you barely heard him.

You pulled back from the hug but didn’t waste time and immediately started a make out session with him.

You two were like heated dogs. You shredded the clothes off of him, and he did the same.

You missed him so much, you missed being touched by him, kissed by him and you missed him making love to you.

So, he spent the whole evening with you. But you didn’t sleep much.

Armitage got up first when morning arrived. Collecting his clothes and getting ready for the meetings.

“Darling, you should wake up, the meetings soon start.” he said but you only groaned, turned around and went right back to sleep.

While Armitage got ready he noticed his own clothes in your room. The two of you were given separate ones, but he figured you made them to be moved.

He went along with his day.

Soon arrived to the meeting room, which was rather huge to fit all the attendees in. Armitage saw Kylo Ren walking in.

“General. How was your night with your wife?”

“None of your business.” was all the General’s answer.

Soon the first meeting began. But you were late. The Supreme Leader was in the middle of his big speech about plans when you barged in. Looking flawless, you obviously didn’t care as you sat down. There was awkward silence. Everyone expected Snoke to get angry and punish you, but after a few more minutes passed, he just continued.

Everyone was shocked but no one mentioned it.

The day went on and the meeting came to a break. During the break you and your husband chatted a little while the others either sat in silence or also talked. Kylo seemed to be a very popular but only because you sent everyone away or completely ignored them.

It was also obvious that your General wasn’t a social person. He was only sitting there beside you looking out of his head.

In the meantime you were making plans with your husband. Trying to convince him into taking a day off to visit you or to meet on a planet.

Armitage excused himself and left you at the table. You continued drinking your water while waiting for your husband to arrive back.

While you were waiting for him, you watched as Kylo Ren took the seat right in front of you. You knew that he had the force like you, but you also knew that he was much weaker than you. And you didn’t like speaking to weak people. You felt his intent to talk with you, but you refused. You didn’t like him, you saw him as a danger to your husband and you hated that. You wanted Armitage to be safe at all costs.

Kylo Ren watched as you refused his offer and continued to sit there with a stoic expression. You only smiled when Hux arrived back.

Kylo thought of ways to use that against you, and wondered why others didn’t. But he soon realized.

A man came out of nowhere. You were about to convince Armitage about the little get away that you have planned when the unknown man started talking.

Armitage knew who the man was, at least his name. The man wanted a higher position and talked to Hux to arrange it for him. From what you heard he wanted to work on the First Order’s biggest and strongest ship or the Finalizer. And when Armitage rejected him, he flipped out. Started yelling, calling him names. Everyone was looking at the scene.

Suddenly the man stopped and started chocking. His head became red. The man suffered for a few seconds before Armitage spoke up.

“That’s enough.” he said it with such a calm and collected voice. The man stopped chocking and the droids took him away.

What Kylo found interesting is that you didn’t even move a finger. You didn’t even look at the man, yet still managed to almost kill him.

The meetings went on for the whole week. You loved that you got to spend time with Armitage. The week was too short for you two, but you managed to enjoy being around your husband. Even if you didn’t remember any of Snoke’s speeches or anything he said.

You remember when you went on a long walk in the middle of the evening. Kissed under that beautiful glowing tree. Slow danced next to the small lake and made love every single night.

You couldn’t wait until the next time you will see Armitage.

And just as you arrived, when you were about to leave, your husband and Kylo Ren were there to say goodbye to everyone.

“Commander Hux, and General Grieven, thank you very much for coming. Have a safe flight.” But you didn’t care about Kylo Ren as you pulled Armitage close one last time to leave a kiss on his lips.

“I will be waiting for you.” you said to him as you pulled away and headed back onto your ship.

Armitage could see even with Kylo’s helmet on that he wanted to make a comment, so instead he just left the scene and went back to his room to pack all of his stuff.

While he was in there, all he could think about was you. You were the first person who cared for him. Even if you were forced to marry him, you never blamed him for it. Instead you did the opposite and fell in love with the man.

Armitage couldn’t thank you enough. He fell in love with you shortly after. Your kindness, smile and power amazed him. How can someone be so gorgeous while chocking someone to death at the same time?

This week was something Armitage really cherished and will remember forever.

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