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Shadows – Poe/Reader – Oneshot

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Summary – One Shot – Poe Dameron/Solo!Wife!Reader – In the wake of your father’s death and your mother’s near death you do your best to hold it together for the Resistance and for your family as you struggle to cope with only your husband Poe to turn to.

Warnings – General Angst, Death mentioned heavily

A/N – I kinda felt like writing something for Poe and I love a few ideas with Poe… One that if Leia and Han had a daughter… he would probably be with her… two Poe would make hands down the most adorable father… three well he would probably be a really good husband. This story kinda gives me a moment to explore some of these ideas. I do plan on writing other oneshots for this general pairing btw. Enjoy.

In the span of just a day your older brother, who was once your hero, killed your father and nearly killed your mother. Your husband, Poe – the best pilot in the fleet, was demoted and nearly got himself killed trying to destroy a Dreadknot. If it wasn’t for the toddler in your arms, there would have been hell to pay. The notorious Solo temper was not lost on you, but your daughter didn’t need to see her parents fighting. Not now. Mom would wake up just to yell at me… For a brief moment you debated on testing that theory but thought it was better if you let the anger towards your husband’s reckless actions manifest itself in one, dark look as he entered the room. Poe stopped in his tracks as his eyes met your dark gaze. The frustration over all the situations going on in your life were directed solely at him in that moment. Poe tried to muster a small smirk for you but you turned you gaze back your mother not wanting to even for a moment think of giving into his charms, like you always did.

Poe was never more thankful for your young daughter, Shara, as he was as he made his way across the med bay toward where you stood. Shara was a sweet little girl. Big, bright brown eyes. A sunny disposition even in these dark times. She was Poe’s hope, his reason for enduring and fighting. “Sweetheart…” Poe started slowly as he walked over to where you stood at your mother’s bedside. He rested his hand on the small of your back as he leaned in kissed his daughter’s chubby cheek. “Come here munchkin…” He said softly as he gingerly lifted the small child from your arms. As much as you didn’t want to let Shara go, you knew it was probably for the best. It has been whirlwind of day and you were holding on by sheer force of will and Poe knew this.

Poe leaned in and kissed your cheek as he settled the toddler in his arms. He was trying his best to be sweet. You weren’t sure if he was just trying to distract you but in truth he was worried about you. He watched you intently as your daughter started to squirm in his arms.  “Nana…” Shara muttered as her little hand reached out towards Leia. “My Nana…” The toddler cried out as she struggled to free herself from her father’s grasp.

“Nana needs to rest.” Poe tried to sound hopeful for his daughter but even his voice wavered a little bit as Shara continued to struggle in his arms. Poe was not normally the one who would have dealt with her in this situation. You were. He was a good father but dealing with an emotional child was not his strongest point.

You let out a heavy sigh. There was little point in fighting with Shara, she was your child. Leia’s granddaughter, the girl was willful and strong in force. You shook your head as your crossed your arms.  “Let her down, Poe. It isn’t going to hurt anything at this point…” You didn’t turn away from your mother but you knew Poe set the toddler down and took a step back as Shara walked over to the bedside and placed her small hand on her grandmother’s .

“Wake up Nana…” Shara whispered as she leaned her head on the bed looking up at Leia. You reach your hand down and run your fingers through your daughter’s wild curls and muster a little smile.

Crouching down you looked your daughter in the eye and you brushed a stray curl behind her ear. “Go with daddy, Shara.” You start as you point towards Poe who was standing a few feet away. “I just need a few more minutes okay, then we can go.” The little girl nodded and started to pad off she stopped for a moment and paused.

She looked up at you with those big, hopeful eyes and asked a question that had no intention to break your heart as it was about to. “Is she going to be okay?” Shara asked in the softest of voices as she waited for your answer, gazing up at you.

“She will be fine…” You finally utter softly leaning down and touching your mother’s hand, all but ignoring your daughter. The mere thought of her not being okay was ripping soul in two. You had lost your father, when he died you felt it. The pain of part of your soul dying with him. You never wanted to feel that pain again, and most certainly not so soon.  “You have to be fine Mom… you have to be…” Your voice was so weak, you barely believed the the words you uttered yourself but there had to be reason for all of this. As you sat next to your mother’s bedside Poe bounced the daughter you shared in his arms as he tried to keep the mood light with here while you held on by a thread.

Shara, like all those of the Skywalker line, was force sensitive and she could sense the tension in the air. Her deep brown eyes searched the room as she reached out towards her grandmother. “Nana,” the little girl called out once more. Poe kissed her dark curls as he turned her away trying his best to keep the little girl from understanding the seriousness of the situation.

“Shara…” He started softly as he forced her to look at him with a gentle touch under her chin. “Nana is going to be fine… Daddy’s always right, right?” He said with a soft smile.

The little girl shook her head and reached out and touched her father’s face in the same way he had just done. “No..” She cooed with a little laugh that soon turned to a full roaring laugh as Poe began to tickle her. She was a clever girl and your mother would have loved to have seen that moment. It would have made her very proud.

You looked up and for the first time that day smiled genuinely watching such a sweet moment between the two people you loved the most. “You were always right about Poe,” You mutter softly as you clasped your mother’s hand. “He is so much like dad…” Leia’s hand twitched and you could feel the sadness radiate off her at the mention of your father. “I still think he is going to just show up with a big, cheesy grin on his face. Maybe with presents in hand because, you know,  when dad really screwed up he always brought us something back. I just want him to walk in and go ‘jokes on you… where’s my girls?’ like he was just off on some run with Ben and everything is as it should have always been and this all has been just a horrible nightmare.” Your words were so soft, but you had wished so hard that they were true. It wasn’t just the loss of your father that hit you hard, it was the fact that you knew now, Ben was gone. You close your eyes and fight back the tears as you clasp your hand over your mouth.

Poe was watching from a few feet away, Shara yawning in his arms. She had gotten little sleep the night before. A command ship in the midst of a war zone was not the most conducive to a proper night’s sleep, even when it was what Shara had known for most of her life. “Mama is having a rough time baby girl…” Poe muttered more to himself than to your daughter as he watched you continue to speak softly to your mother. “What are we gonna do?”

Shara looked up at her father through heavy eyes as she gave a little shrug and Poe cracked a grin. “Well, I guess we’ll just love Mama. Because we can’t do much else, huh?” Shara nodded sleepy as settled against his chest before letting a soft yawn.

You can hear the soft exchange between your husband and daughter but don’t pay it much mind. All your attention was focused on trying to keep what composure you had left intact. You leaned down a kissed Leia’s hand before you stand from the bed and turn back to Poe and Shara who was nearly asleep now. “Who did they put in charge?” You ask in a hushed tone not wanting to jar your daughter awake.

“They put Holdo in charge,” Poe informed you flatly. Like you had he was talking in a hushed done but you could see the displeasure with the situation spread across his face.  His free hand reaching out towards you. As upset at him you were for his overly risky actions against the dreadknot, you still took it and leaned into him.

“Holdo?” You questioned softly, a little taken aback because you had not expected her of all people to be given command.  Poe just nods quickly as you leaned back before sitting down next to him.

“I thought they were going to say you would lead in your mother’s place..” Poe noted and he was shocked that you were not mentioned once in the meeting but he wasn’t going to share that information with you. He knew if you knew that you were completely overlooked, on top of everything else, it wasn’t going to be pretty. Poe’s arm started to fall asleep under the weight of the sleeping Shara in his arms, he shifted her slightly  as he glanced back at Leia. “Isn’t that what she would have wanted?”

You shook your head quickly. “Mom never wanted me apart of any of this… after I fled the temple and came home, she wanted to keep me away from all this. Just have a normal little life, why do you think she was so happy when we got married and had her..” You said softly reaching out and touching Shara’s cheek as she rested her head against her father’s shoulder. “She thought we were going to have the lovely boring life.”

Poe smirked that cheeky little smirk that always had a way of making you smile back at him as he laughed. “And here I thought it was because your mother actually liked me..” He joked as he settled in a nearby chair with Shara still nestled against his chest on the brink of falling asleep in her father’s arms.

“She loves you like her own son…” You replied quickly, not wanting him to think for a moment longer that your mother didn’t care about him. She adored Poe, he was one of the few things that kept her going after everything with Ben. He wasn’t her son by blood, but he a son to her in every other way.

“She demoted me really fast for someone who is supposed to love me like a son.” Poe huffed softly as your eyes focused on his face, a scowl growing across your lips. You knew exactly why you mother did that and it was because she loved him so much.

Letting out a long sigh you reached over and touched his hand. “You were reckless, you could have been killed.” You echo your mother’s words and tone almost perfectly. “Your lucky she didn’t beat you half to death for what you did…” You caution as you stand up. Sitting still was not a good thing for you in that moment. You had to move. So you began to pace back and forth in front of Poe. Your arms crossed in front of your chest, eyes cast to the floor.

“She did slap me.” Poe replied with a little humor in his voice. The image of your mother slapping your husband whilst surely chastising him for his recklessness made you smirk. “Don’t smile at that… that’s not fair (y/n).” He sounded hurt but he was happy to see you smile again. Even if it was at his expense.

“Oh I wish I could seen it…” You smirk at him before turning back to your mother. “You do know dad would have done the same thing… Uncle Luke too” You point out hoping your mother could hear you. “It was a very Han Solo like move you pulled..” Poe nods slowly and and though you were still mad, it was the kind of mad that you mother use to be at your father when he did something stupid. After all these years you finally understood.

“I think I made your old man proud.” Poe pointed out proudly as he leaned back in the chair, one hand resting on the back of Shara’s deep chocolate curls and the other rubbing small circles on the sleeping child’s back as her small hands gripped his shirt tightly.

“My dad would have called you an idiot and a reckless kid to do that with your wife and kid on the command ship.” You snap quickly. Your father was a lot of things, reckless among them, but not when it came to his family. You take a long deep breath as you turn back towards your mother for a moment. There was one bone you didn’t get to pick with your mother before everything had happened. The Falcon. She had let the scavenger girl, Rey, take it to find Luke. Your eyes narrow in on your mother and your lips purse before you spun around quickly on your heel to face your husband once more. “Do you know she gave that girl my ship to go find Luke.”

“The Falcon is not your ship, (y/n)…” Poe pointed out quickly. Though he knew it was a slightly risky move. “It was your father’s ship..”

“It was our home…” You snap quickly, emotions you had tried to bury for years were starting to bubble to the surface. “I was born on that ship… so was Ben… all my life I dreamt of one day my father giving it to me. You know my grandfather worked on the line on Coreila that built those ships… the Falcon is as a part of my family as Chewie…” Your voice wavered as you recounted information that Poe had heard a thousand times over the years. “It by all rights is mine…”

“I know, when she returns with Luke… which will happen.” Poe said though he was less than confident of that fact. “The Falcon will be ours…” He started but quickly corrected himself when he saw the stern look cross your face. “Yours… the Falcon will be yours… but you are going to let me fly the ship that made the Kessle run in 14..”

“12… it was 12 parsects…” You correct before he could even finish speaking. As you thought back to on your father’s life your heart sank. “Uncle Lando… Oh kiff… I have get word to Cloud City, Lando doesn’t know…Lando doesn’t know” In that moment realizing your father’s closest friend didn’t even know he was gone, you finally broke. Tears streamed down your cheeks as you double over where you stood. Your hands moving to your mouth to muffle a loud heart wrenching sob.

Poe glanced down at the toddler in his arms for a moment before laying her down on the bench he was sitting on as he stood up. He placed a gentle hand on Shara’s back as she stirred but settled again quickly. With your daughter settled Poe rushed to your side. “My girl..” he muttered as he pulled you up and into him. His arms wrapping tightly around you as you continued to sob your hands barely muffling your wails. “I know baby… I know…” Poe rested his head against yours as you continued to release all the pent up sorrow that had been building for hours. “It’s going to be okay, maybe not today… maybe not tomorrow but it is going to be okay…someday.” Poe didn’t believe the words himself but someone had told him the same thing when his mother passed away and he felt the same heartbreak his wife was feeling. It still hurt but he could live with it now. He had so much more to live for now with his family. She had to remember that to get through all the pain she was feeling.

“I will never forgive him…” You mumbled through your sobs as you tried to pull yourself back together. “It’s never going to be okay Poe, he didn’t die in his sleep… he didn’t die and old man surrounded by his children, grandchildren. He died by his own….” You stopped for a moment and took another long breath as you collected yourself enough to finish. “His own son’s hand. My brother… don’t act like you know how this feels, Poe.” There was so much pain in your voice that Poe could almost feel your heartbreak as you looked up at him as he took a long, deep breath before he wiped the trails of tears from your cheeks.

“I don’t know, you are right.” He started softly as he made you look at him before continuing, “You don’t have to, you never have to forgive Ben for anything this has done.” Poe reassured. He had his own beef with Ben Solo, or Kylo Ren… who ever was behind that mask. That he was not about let go any time soon. He had seen the damage that Ben had caused his family. Poe had picked up the pieces that were left of you after he betrayed everything you were taught and followed the darkness. He watched Leia’s heartbreak over and over again every time a ship returned and Ben didn’t step off. That wasn’t even what he had done to him when he was captured. He loved you very much, but he hated your brother with a passion. Poe mustered a soft smirk as he leaned down to kiss you gently, his hand pushing your hair off your face as he did so. “He isn’t apart of our family any more, he made his choice…”

“He made his choice…” You echo softly trying so hard to push a slew of memories, both good and bad from your mind. Ben and you were close. Only 2 years apart, there was little you could recall of your childhood that didn’t include your brother. You would have never imagined as a little girl, racing after your big brother, that one day you would be on the other side of a war. That he would have killed your father. There was still a part of your brain that wouldn’t allow that to make sense to you. Ben, your Ben. Could have never done that.

Poe rested his head against yours as he glance for a moment at your sleeping daughter then over at your mother. “We are sitting ducks, the fleet is destroyed… the ships are getting picked off one by one..” His tone was grim and you swallow hard as he continues. “They are doing nothing… nothing… (y/n).” He lets out a heavy sigh as he leans back and your jaw tenses as you see the look on Poe’s face. It was a look you knew far too well, it was the look of trouble and stupid plan. “Do you think you could talk to Maz?” He started and you instantly started shaking your head. “Maz likes you… you are are her favorite Solo…” He smirked in an attempt to sway you but it didn’t work at all.

“We have to trust Holdo, she served under my mother before… I know she is a smart woman..” You place your hands on his shoulders. “This… is why my mother knocked you down to captain…”

“Because I want to protect my family?” Poe said in a frustrated tone.  He was far from the only one frustrated as you pushed him back and turned away. “We need help.. Baby girl listen to me please…” His voice was low and there was a desperate tone to it that you hadn’t heard very many times before. “I need you to talk to Maz, see if she can at least get you and Shara off the ship and to some place safe.” His rough hands clasped your wrists as he stood before you looking deep into your eyes. “If anything happens to her… to you…” He squeezed your hands as he closed his eyes for a moment. “You need to get far away from your brother, this war… all of it and take our daughter with you. You should have gone with what’s her name… the scavenger girl..”

“The one that took my ship…” You snap.

“Yeah, her… you should have taken Shara and went to Luke with her. That would have been the safest place for the both of you.” He sounded like he was scolding himself. It wasn’t his idea though to keep you close to your mother as things grew to a head with the First Order. It was your mother’s. She thought she could protect you, keep you all safe. Once Shara was born, she feared that Snoke or even Ben would seek her out to kidnap her so she could be manipulated to the dark side from a far younger age than Ben had. With Poe often away on missions, leaving you alone much of the time your mother stepped in and convinced you it was best for the both of you to stay close to her. It was the single choice you questioned as mother, was listening to your own.

“Well we are here, and nothing can change that now Poe.” You let out a long sigh and looked over at your mother and a swell of emotion started to build in your chest once more. “I am not leaving my mother either.” You choked out as you fought back tears.

Poe bit his bottom lip as he nodded his head and pulled you into a tight embrace. “I love you so much, (y/n)” He uttered softly as he held you tightly in his arms for a few minutes. As he pushed you back he looked you and back at his daughter. “We need to leave, we need to get everyone away from here. If you won’t leave, then we just have to expand the escape plan.” Poe was talking at you not to you as he worked out his own plan.

You could almost see the gears of his mind turning as he stood holding you barely an arms length from him. His hands still gripping your shoulders as he continued. “We have to find some place to hide… a base… a treehouse in the woods would work at this point.”

“Like the one you had on Yavin…” You chuckled softly trying to break the tense mood just slightly but Poe scoffed and shook his head.

His hands fell away from your arms as he took a step back. “I would take a hole in the ground, (y/n)” Poe was worried, was so frustrated by the whole situation. He was not used to feeling helpless like this. He glanced over at Leia and let out a heavy sigh.

Just as Poe was about to go over and sit with Leia, the medbay doors hissed open and the figure of the young, former, Stormtrooper Finn and a young woman standing next to him. “Poe… we have an idea that might just save the fleet.” Both of you snapped around, eyes focusing on his face.

Poe takes a few steps forward and motioned for him to come in. “Let’s hear this plan that is going to save the Rebellion…”

Being Negan’s Favorite Wife Would Include (the Kinky edition)

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+ Negan pursued you because he saw your potential to be his long sought after baby girl. Lucille never allowed him to explore that particular desire calling it “Sick” and asking him “Why would he ever want that?”. He never could get her to quite understand despite years of trying to do so and the women he had affairs with did to some extent but they were never fully committed to being his completely body, mind and soul. You on the other hand, you had all the things he was looking for.

+ You two already enjoyed, rough, vigorous sex and deep down the idea of being Negan’s and only his, to protect, love, and guide made you excited at the prospect.

+ You were leery of the idea at first though you were excited by the concept, scared of what it really meant. So he introduced dynamics slowly into your relationship, which was still very new, the first thing asked you to try was calling him “Daddy” or “Sir” during sex. You willing try it.

+ The first time you call him Daddy while he is deep inside you, fucking you hard. His hands move up to your neck and grip it just enough for you to stuggle slightly to catch your breath as he slammed into your harder and harder with each word as you said “Yes Daddy, fuck my pretty wet mess hard, my make cum hard all over your thick cock”

+ you found yourself taking great pleasure in seeing how eager that made him and how hard you came with his hands squeezing your neck, you would have never felt safe enough to try this with another man.

+ You begin to take delight in teasing him through out the day. Whispering to him “I’m not wearing any panties Daddy…” when you were wearing a particularly short skirt which would instantly send his hand between your thighs to see if your were fibbing. When he would see you weren’t and you were so slick with desire for him already a broad smile would cross his face and he would like your sweet juices from his fingers as he mutters “Naughty girl.” knowing that he was going to make you beg for permission to cum later  that day.

+ Negan’s favorite form of punishment, edging, he takes sweet delight in bringing you so close the point of orgasm that your juices coat his whole hand as he slides those long thick fingers deep inside you brushing against your g-spot taunting you as he watches you beg for permission to cum. Sometimes he would be generous and only make you wait a few times… other times he would make you squirm and beg under his skilled fingers for what would feel like hours. 

+ Once he was satisfied with the punishment for what ever transgression(s) you had committed making you apologize and tell him what you did wrong as he finally allows you the sweet bliss of release.

+ He liked to make you have at least one orgasm before he finally give in and let you take his reach your hands into his jeans to free his cock. You love the sight of it springing from his jeans as you get down on your knees. He would gently cup your cheek bring your gaze up to him as he said with a smirk.

“Show Daddy how bad you want his huge fucking cock deep inside that pretty pink little cunt of yours” as he waits for you take him into your mouth.

+You enjoy lavishing his cock with attention, you love the taste of his pre-cum on your lips as you take his thick member into your mouth moaning softly as you think of how incredible it is going to feel when he plunges it deep inside your pussy still throbbing from the first of what would be many orgasms he would give you through out any given night.

+ though you enjoy pleasing your Daddy Dom, he rarely lingers too long with you giving him head. He always says that what the other wives are for, he loves your pussy too much to waste time getting to the main attraction.

+ Negan always will tease you as he slowly enters your tight hole. He will just put the tip in at first teasing you, making you whimper softly as he pulls out with a devious smirk on his lips. “Tell Daddy how much you need his cock baby girl..” He would sometimes say as his thumb would brush against you swollen clit. You would whimper and reach out and grab his him urging him to enter you fully but Negan would always wait for  you to speak. To say the words “I need you… inside… Daddy..” panting between words feeling yourself dangerously close to cumming again as he would slowly slide his cock deep with in you feeling your pussy so tight from already cumming once that he would let out a sharp hiss as felt you stretch around his both substantial length and girth.

+ His favorite way to have you is you bent over the bed, a table, desk, hood of a car, anything that was handy and fucking you hard from behind. Holding your hands behind your back making sure they don’t slip between your legs. The only pleasure you were going to get was from him.

+ He would never just have you one way or one time during a love making session. He wanted to have you in every possible position he could before he came.

+He almost always came with you under him, looking deep into your eyes as he would work to bring you close enough to orgasm with him. He loved the feel of coming inside you as your tight walls milked his cock for ever last bit of his cum. He would never pull out either when he came, only pushing deeper inside of you to fill you with his seed.

+ He would never pull out of you when he come, the other wives yes, but he wanted you to have his child because you were his favorite, the only one he really wanted to share his seed with.

+ Negan is a super horny guy.. a strong wind blows and he gets hard  practically. Which is exciting because you never know when he is going to steal you off into some corner or half empty closet to have you fast and dirty.

+He has a look, a look that if he give you, even in a crowded room you know that you are going to have him inside you, fucking you mercilessly in less than 10 minutes (give or take)

The look:

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+ Yup… that look. Your panties are always instantly drenched when you see it. You think about how when he licks his lips like that you know he is thinking going down on you before lets you ride his cock.

+ Negan is gifted at many things in the bedroom but none more… than fine art of eating pussy. He will joke that it is his true passion in life and also his biggest weakness when it comes to women and particularly you.He loves nothing more than the taste of your desire for him. Weather its when he goes down on you, sucking it off his finger after they were deep inside you or from your lips after you had cleaned his cock after your first round. Nothing got him hotter or harder than that unique taste.

+ It never mattered if there were half dozen people on the other side of the door, when he wanted taste you, get his fix as it were he wouldn’t let anything stop him.

Imagine Negan Finding out you are pregnant before you have a chance to tell him yourself (fluffy)

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The Sanctuary was a big place, or at least felt that way. Unlike the other wives Negan gave you far more autonomy to just go about your day. He trusted you more than them. Most of the wives had little desire to go out and do much of anything anyhow. You on the other hand, you always had loved to be outside, particularly you enjoyed tending the small garden that grew within the fences. The warmth from the sun on your skin, the feel of the dirt on your hands, it was bliss. There was something stratifying watching the plants grow and thrive. The plants are the only thing I get to help grow now. You muse silently as you pull a few weeds from the earth.

You had learned that you were expecting a baby nearly a week ago, you hadn’t found a chance yet to sit and talk with your husband and tell him the good news. Every time you went to have just a few minutes alone with him someone would come in with some probably. You tried a half dozen times before you both went to sleep at night but after he had you he always would just kiss you then roll over too tired from the day to sit and talk like you used to. Before the other wives you thought bitterly as you plunged your hand spade into the damn earth with great force.

The idea of sharing your husband with other women made your blood boil and the early pregnancy hormones coursing through you was not helping with your jelouse streak as of late either. One of the works saw your display and scooted away from you with her eyes cast down and part of you felt bad for making her nervous. You muster a little smile for the young woman before you go back to weeding the tomato plants.

A little bit of time passes, you are lost in the methodical labor of weeding the plants when so notice a large shadow cover the ground you were tending. Negan you knew it was him, you could smell the leather from his jacket, the fait smell of blood from his ever present baseball bat. You glance over the shoulder half expecting to see your husband smiling down at you but instead you find his face painted with a stern and almost angry look that made you catch your breath. “Hi babe,” You say softly as you pull the gloves from your hands and dust the dirt off your jeans before you stand up and kiss your husband on the cheek but he doesn’t pull you in for passionate kiss as he normally does. He stands there looking at you.

Negan could be a cruel man, this you knew and had always known, but he never was cruel to you. He was kind, stern when you needed, he had high expectations of you and there had been instances where you needed a little bit of his special guidance but you enjoyed that as much as he did. You knew the looks he gave you if you had broken a rule, the look he was giving you was unlike anything you had seen before directed at you. “My…dear…wife..” He started in a frigid tone as he finally reached out and touched you cheek as he slithered his hand into your hair gripping it tightly as he forced you to look up at him. “Is there anything… anything at all… that you need to tell me?”

His words sent a chill down your spine He knows, he knows about the baby your mind races as your pulse quickens. “I…uh.” You stumbled to find your words as his grip on your hair tightens and he waits for you to say anything. Your eyes dart around to the other faces watching the display. You wanted to have this conversation in private. “Can we just talk some place private?” You ask meekly.

Negan shakes his head. “No…” He leans in closely his hot breath almost burning your lips as the quiver. “You lost that privilege” he chose the word carefully knowing that it would send a tingle down your spine in spite of the tense situation.

You lick lips as you close your eyes taking a long, deep breath. “I’m pregnant, you obviously already knew that though.” He lets go of your hair and you take a slightly nervous step back putting just a small amount of distance between you and your still angry husband.

“What made you fucking think you could keep that from me (y/n)? Fucking enlighten me please.” He leans forward as he speaks in a hushed tone. Simon turns his back to you both and motions for the others to the same. It wasn’t private but it was show of respect for the situation unfolding.

You cross your arms in front of you chest and tilt your head to one side. “Well lets see.. you are busy fucking the other wives and dealing with whatever nonsense it is you do all day… you come back to our room at night… fuck me and then roll over and go to sleep. It really doesn’t give one opportunity to fucking sit and have a conversation does it?” Negan leaned back a little and bit his bottom lip as you snapped back at him, your eyes blaze with jealousy. “I wanted to tell  you right away, I was so damn happy we are finally having a baby.” You pause and smile for a moment before your face drops once more. “But you were so consumed in this fucking empire you think you run… with your wives and underlings… that I couldn’t time to talk to you… How are you going to have time for this kid Negan?” You look away from your husband as you finish speaking. You were not ashamed of what you had sad but you knew that it could be returned with a harsh response.

So when he reached out and touched your hip and gently urged you closer to him you were slightly surprised. You oblige him and he sets Lucille down resting it against a near by fence, which in truth made your heart skip a beat. His other hand joined the first on your hip as he gazed down at you. “I will find time, make time… that’s my fucking kid.” He smiled brightly and any anxiety seemed to float away. “But hearing that my Queen, my love…” He leaned forward and nibbled teasingly on your bottom lip before kissing you tenderly. “had my kid in the toaster from goddamn Carson in the hall was not fucking cool darlin’ not fucking cool…” his voice close to a sensual growl at the end.

You bit your bottom lip and looked up at him. “I’m sorry,” You begin as you snake your arm around his neck pulling him closer before whispering in his ear, “Daddy…” Negan let out a little groan at the sound of that name for him escaping your lips. His tongue darted across his lips as his grip on your waist.

“Say it again…” He said with a great hunger behind his voice.

“I’m sorry, Daddy”  you repeat again this time with a soft giggle at the end which causes your husband to pick you up and toss your over his shoulder making you laugh. “Negan… put me down..” You squeal as you continue to laugh. He gives your denim covered ass a smack that send a pulsating heat straight to your very core.

“Nope… you have been a bad girl.” He teased. “Grab Lucille, because I am going to go teach you lesson that this sweet ass is never going to forget…” He gripped your ass tight with his large, rough hands. “about lying to the father of your child.” Your cheeks flush red at his words and behavior knowing that so many people could see the display. As he began to carry you still over his shoulder, Lucille in your hand you mused.

Well at least he is taking me back to our room this time… last time he just fucked me in the shed. Maybe he is maturing. Your thought was cut short when his hand came down on your ass once more with thwack and you let a little unconscious moan.

“Just making sure you were still paying attention there baby girl..Daddy’s got all sorts of punishments in mind for this little fuck up missy…” You giggle with excitement as your mind begins to race with all the possible ways he was going to dish out sweet torment in just a few moments…

Imagine Negan coming home and greeting you your daughter together after dealing with problems at an outpost

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It was summer, you had what windows you could open to try and get some kind of air flow in the hot Virginia summer. You little girl seemed unphased by the heat in her sundress as she sat in her crib near your bed playing happily with favorite doll as you tidy up the mess from her lunch as you knew that if your husband came in and saw the mess no matter how much he loved you he would say something about it. Your daughter cooed softly as cleared off her high chair and wiped it down.

You hadn’t quite finished when you heard the creak of the old metal door open and the distinct sound of a wooden bat being set down on a concrete floor. You smile softly as you look at your daughter who pulled herself up so she was standing holding on to the edge of the crib trying to see her father. “Dadada” Your little girl cooed happily at the sight of her father.

Before she was born, he would have come and wrapped his arms around you purring about how he missed you using any manner of vulgar term, but since Lily was born, well he had other priorities when he came home. He went straight towards her like he always did with huge smile on his face. “There is my Princess… my first born… my perfect little pumpkin.” Your little girl smiled brightly as her father picked her up and kissed her cheek. “Were you good for your Mama while Daddy was handling the business… huh Lilybug…” He tickled her belly as she laughed and kept cooing Dada over and over again as Negan glanced over at you.

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((ignore carl… lol))

You smile softly and set the high chair tray on the table before walking over to your husband and kissing him. “My Queen..” he greeted and you just smirked and looked at your daughter for a moment and smiled before looking back at your husband.

“Hi baby..” You respond as he reaches his free hand around your waist pulling your closer. “How was your day?” Negan let out a soft groan of frustration at the question he knew you were going to ask.

“Mama knows how to ask Daddy the questions that makes him need a drink.” He makes a little silly face at your daughter before handing her to you and heading towards the little bar that still sat in the far corner of the large room that was your little family’s home.

You carry your daughter over to her little area where the bulk of Lily’s toys were and set her down. “Here you go Princess..” You say softly running your hand over her soft curls before going over to your husband and wrapping your arms around him as he sipped a beer watching your daughter as she played.

“What’s going on?” You ask your husband softly and kissed the top of your head as he took another swig from his beer.

“Simon went a little over board today…” Your admitted as he held you tightly against him. What he said didn’t surprise you at all. Simon could be a good guy, fercily loyal but he also could be a lose cannon.

You rest your left hand over his heart and he looks down at your wedding ring, his first wife’s ring the one thing that was a constant reminder of the fact that you were different from all the rest of the wives. “What did he do this time?” You ask with a small laugh at the end thinking it was something stupid like sleeping with someone’s wife again.

Negan’s face stayed serious and you stopped laughing immediately. “He killed every boy and man in a whole community… now they did attack us but Fat Joseph said the youngest boy was 12 years old… just a fucking kid.” Your husband was always pragmatic about having to kill people. He never hurt women, he never would think of hurting a child. Your face showed the horror you were feeling and Negan gave a solemn nod. “I know it’s fucking horrific.. I can’t even fucking think about it all I am still so fucking pissed about this. I am going to have to do something (y/n)”

You rest your head on his broad shoulder and look at your daughter who was sitting playing happily oblivious to the subject of her parents conversation. “Those poor women, those poor mothers and wives..” You say softly thinking about the pain that you would feel losing him or even worse Lily. Negan set his beer down and wrapped you up in his arms.

“Hey, hey, you know that shit will never happen here. You, our girl… you are in the safest place in the world. I will die before anyone hurts my girls.” He promised as you looked up at him. “You are my family, no one matter more to me than you two. Not anyone else.” He reassures you knowing that you still get surges of jelousy even though you know that no one could fill your shoes with him.

He places a soft peck on your lips before walking over to your daughter who was sitting playing on the floor. “Come here Lilybug,” You watch as your daughter stops what she is doing and crawls over to her father who is leaned over his large hands stretched out waiting for your daughter’s tiny ones to take grip of one of his fingers on each hand as she pulls herself up on unsteady legs. A large joyous grin spreads across Negan’s face. “There’s my girl,” He beam down at the child that your share as she takes a very shaky step.

“Say Daddy I am gonna start doing this on my own any day now…”  You smile as you watch start to try to take another step but puts her foot back down and looks up her father with a nervous little look on her face.

“Princess, Daddy’s got you.” He says calmly looking his little girl in the same color hazel eyes they share. “Daddy’s not gonna let you fall and go boom.” Lily shook her head and started to try and sit down in protest which Negan seemed to find highly amusing letting out a chuckle as Lily grunted in protest when he wouldn’t let her sit down. “Lily… just one more step for Daddy, come on sweetheart… “ His words feel on deaf ears as Lily was now struggling with more effort than it would have taken to just take the one more step like her father wanted. It was rather amusing for you to watch the rare sight of Lily’s beloved “Dada” being on the wrong end of tantrum.

You sat down on the large, overstuffed, black leather couch and watched as your husband finally gave in and let her sit back down on the floor. Lily looked up at him, face scrunched into the meanest face she could muster. “Oh are you mad Buggy?” You ask he from the couch.

“Yeaaaah” She says screeching the word out in her sweet little toddler voice. Negan laughed as he leaned down and scooped the little girl up and kissed her cheeks “Nuu dada.” She said in protest and you could see a little look of real sadness go across your husband’s face. Lily was 16 months old, she was talking and almost walking. She wasn’t your tiny baby any more and it was a hard truth to swallow. She was growing up which was beautiful but it did make you miss the seemingless endless snuggles you had with her when she was brand new. It almost made you want to have another baby, soon but not yet.

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“Our baby isn’t our baby, baby any more..” Negan said softly as he walked over and joined you on the couch putting your daughter between you two. He draped his arm over the back of the couch and watched a Lily leaned into you and slipped her thumb into her mouth. You wrapped her up in your arm and look up at your husband who is smiling down at you two. “We should have another one…” His grin turned into a sheepish one and you shook your head.

“She is not even two yet, she still sleeps in a crib, let’s get one baby out of the crib before we start making the next occupant.” Lily turned into you, hunkering in as she always did when she was tied and cuddled up with you. Your hands run over her soft, dark curls as you watch her slowly drift off to sleep. As you look up Negan  you see a little grin plastered on his face at the mention of growing your family.

“You have really thought about having another rugrat?” He asked softly looking deep into your eyes.

You give a little shrug, “I always assumed we would have another,” You admit softly as you watch him stand up and lean down picking your sleeping daughter off the couch. He hushed her softly as she started to stir.

“it’s okay Lily…” He reassured her rocking her in his arms as she nestled her face in the crook of his neck. You stand up and Negan smiles down at you softly. “She is more than enough…” His voice was soft and his tone was sincere as he gazed down at you.

“I thought you wanted a boy.. a son.” Your lips curl into a smirk as Negan give you a little shrug as he turns to go put your sleeping daughter down in her crib.

After laying her down he leaned back against the crib and stared at you from across the room a devious little smirk playing across his lips. As he takes a few steps forward your heart begins to race as he gives you the look as his hands are once more on your hips. “I just wanted you to be the mother of my children…” He said as he leaned down, you could feel the heat of his breath on your skin as his lips brushed against yours before he took your lips hungrily with his own. Your hands slip around his head pulling him in deeper as his hands pulled you tight against him.

You had a small, satisfied smirk playing on your lips as he pulled back. “So you weren’t upset that we had a girl?” You said recalling to his original reaction to the news that his long awaited first born was a girl. He wasn’t mad, that much was true but he had spent your whole pregnancy swearing you had to be having a boy though. He seemed disappointed a little bit, but then he held your daughter and that seemed to change it all.

“I did want a boy… but our girl is magic..” He said with a little smirk. “If we had a half a dozen more just like here I would feel like a fucking lucky man.” His hands slip under your tank top, his callused fingers sending shivers down your spine as they lightly graze your ribs.

“Negan…” You chide softly as his lips move to your neck, placing a trail of sensual nibbles along your collar bone which made a little moan escape your lips but you couldn’t not now, with the baby just asleep. “Lily is right there..” You take his head in your hands and place a sweet kiss on his lips as he gives you a little pout. “Don’t with that fucking pouty I want the pussy face…” You said with a little laugh as his hands grip your waist still under your shirt.

“But… I want it..” He pouted before licking his lips hungrily. You just laugh and shake your head as he smirks down at you. “My Queen…denying me…” He said pulling you back towards him roughly as you playfully try to pull away. “Oh no no no…” His voice was low and you knew that this cat and mouse game was going to play out in delightful torture for the rest of the evening.

“Oh yes…” You finally manage to pull away from him with a little smirk playing on your lips as you back towards the couch. “Someone still has to figure out what he is going to do with a certain asshole before he gets any of this…” You lean back against the couch spreading you legs slightly as your teased him with what he desired.

“Oh (y/n), you dirty… dirty.. naughty… girl…” He said shaking his head with each step. “You know just how to motivate a man to get some fucking work done..” He leaned down as kissed you softly before looking over at the door.

“Go.. finish your day… I’ll have her down for the night by the time you get back..” You lick your lips. “I’ll even let you have desert before dinner…”

Negan smiled broadly, “Well that’s an offer I can’t refuse.” He leaned down and kissed you once more, his hands slipping between your thighs teasing your ever so slightly through the tight fabric of your leggings leaving you with a reminder of what was going to come later before he left with a satisfied smirk to go deal with Simon.

She Deserves The World – SOA – Juice x Reader

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Summary:

Juice X Reader one shot – You are Opie’s younger sister and Jax may as well be your brother as he is close to you as Op. When the boys find out about your budding romance with Juice of all people they decide to remind him just who Juice is getting into bed with. 
Set around Season 3 or 4

Notes:

Request Fill for Anon –
i got a cute idea, how about soa imagine with juice. you’ve lived and grew up in charming your whole life (you’re a daughter of another first nine) and opie and jax are your e best friends having grew up together and then you start going out with juice and they find out

Being the daughter of Piney… the little sister of Opie, your life had been so entangled with the Sons since you were a little girl. If you weren’t home helping your father, you were more than often found at Jax’s house. When you were a little girl, you were just another playmate but as the boys got older it was made clear to you that they were headed down a different path. So you began spending more and more time with Gemma, helping out at the shop and you were one of the regular girls who cooked dinner for visiting nomads and were in charge keeping things half way decent in the club house.

A little over a month before that bright, sunny Charming morning, Juice had asked you out to the movies when he found out you were a secret science fiction fan like he was after a light hearted conversation one afternoon while he worked on some club business and you cleaned up around the bar. Things just grew naturally from there. He was a patched member of the club, he had proven himself to the club. To you, you saw nothing wrong with the relationship.

Neither of you though were jumping to tell you father or Opie. They both were protective of you, always had been, but more so since everything happened with Donna. Piney had on more than occasion expressed a wish for you to marry outside of the club but it wasn’t going to happen. Defiantly not now.

This morning was a typical quite Saturday at the club house. The only thing that was different was Juice was sitting at one of the tables working on gathering information on some guy trying to distract you while you stood behind the bar washing glasses. “Babe…” He said with a little smirk playing on his lips as peered over the screen.

“Yes…” You respond, drawing out the word in a sing song voice as you lift your hands from the warm soapy water.

Juice smirks as he leans back, tilting the chair up on it’s back two legs. “Can you bring me a beer?” She said with wide smirk that caused you to roll your eyes and glance at the clock. “Please… Baby girl…” You let out a little groan as you dried your hands off and walked over to the fridge and pulled out a light beer. Walking over to the table you slid the beer across the smooth wooden surface with a small chuckle. “It’s 11 o’clock Juan…” You point out as he picks the beer up and opens it with a disapproving glare.

“It’s a thinking beer…” He teased as he took a swig before placing it down on the table and motioned for you to come over to him. You shrug and roll your eyes but walk around the table and couldn’t help but smile softly as his long fingers reach out and gripped your hip as he pulled you closer. “Thank you…” He said softly in a sweet voice that you could resist.

As you heard the door to the club house open in the distance you leaned down and placed a sweet kiss on Juice’s lips as he playfully smacked your ass at the worse possible moment. “What the Fuck?” You heard your brother’s voice call out from behind you. Instantly your cheeks flushed crimson and your heart pounded as you stared at Juice wide eyed. Juice was frozen his hand other hand still gripping your ass tightly before you swat his hands away and turn around to see not only your brother standing there, but Jax as well.

“Shit” You curse softly looking at the floor. You knew it was only a matter of time before everyone started to find out about you and Juice but just walking in on that scene was far from how you pictured letting everyone know.

“Shit it right (y/n)” Jax said trying to hide the fact that he found all this rather amusing. Your gaze moves to your brother who is standing with his arms crossed in front of his chest shaking his head. You wanted to say something but you lifetime of experience dealing with those two boys told you it was best to just keep your mouth shut and get out of the way.

Swallowing hard you move behind Juice, placing your hand on his shoulder. Though he was obviously nervous Juice tried to be his normal jovial self. “Hey guys… come on… aren’t we friends…” He laughs nervously as he shifts in his chair. Jax shot Juice questioning glance as Opie too a step forward and leaned at the opposite end of the table.

“We are friends… and friends don’t just date each other’s sisters without at least asking?” You were slightly offended at your brother’s words, I am not some property, some fucking commodity to traded you thought angrily as you pursed your lips and gripped Juice’s shoulder tighter, urging him to defend you.

He took a nervous breath before leaning forward slightly. “Well, she is an adult, she doesn’t need anyone’s permission to date…” There was a swell of pride in your soul the at Juice defending you and your relationship.

Jax leaned over and whispered something in Opie’s ear quickly before he switched places and was now the one leaning over the edge of the table. “That may be… and I’ll give you that, (y/n) she can make good decisions but you Juice… you have done some questionable fucking things in the past brother.” What Jax was pointing out was not wrong, Juice had a reputation that he had earned and some of it you had even witnessed but he was different with you. He was sweet and goofy. But most of he made you smile.

You hand squeezed his shoulder once more, urging him to keep going. Part of you almost wondered if this was some sort of test. Juice took another deep breath and closed his laptop so there was no longer that barrier between them. “Listen, what I did in the past isn’t what I am going to do in the future.” Juice’s voice was filled with honest intentions. He really did want this relationship to work. He knew what being in a relationship with one of the daughters of the First Nine meant in SAMCRO but even beyond that. He cared deeply for you. “I really like (y/n) ” Juice glanced back at you and smiled softly. Turning back to Opie and Jax who were now both standing at the end of the table, arms crossed in front of their chests. Their stern faces softening slightly as Juice spoke. “We have been going out about a month right?” Juice asked softly.

“About.” You respond back as you glance up at your brother who let out a little sigh. “Op… Jax…” You start as you step away from Juice and stand between the men. “He may be stupid sometimes but at his core, Juice isn’t the worst guy I could be with. He is sweet to me and he makes me happy. Like… really happy Op.” You said singling your brother out because you knew that of the pair of them, Opie was the one that you were going to have to have in your corner when it came to telling your father about the relationship.

Opie let out another sigh before leaning in and whispering something that you couldn’t make out to Jax before he turned back to Juice. “You hurt my sister… physically… emotionally… I am gonna make sure you can never use your fucking dick again. You understand me… Juan…” Opie said making a point say Juice’s actual name to make sure he was serious.

Jax stepped forward, “Also, if you knock her up… you are going to take care of kids right…”

Juice nodded quickly and stood up from the chair. “Yeah… thank you for not kicking the shit out of me.” Juice said with a little laugh and the rest of your joined in. Opie was the first to go over and give Juice a hug. Jax then did the same.

“I love my little sister… she was Donna’s rock while I was locked up.” Your brother started as he draped his arm over your shoulder pulling you into him as he continued. “She has been my rock since everything happened, she takes care of my kids when I can’t or Dad is too sick.” Opie leaned in and kissed the side of your head. “My baby sister deserves the fucking world.”

“That she does.” Jax said as he sat down on the edge of the table as he pulled his smokes out of his pocket and lit a cigarette. “She is the closest thing I have ever had to a sister… just remember that Juice…” Jax patted Juice on the cheek as he stood up. “Gotta go talk to Mom…” he said before walking back out towards the shop leaving just you, Juice and Opie left in the club house for the moment.

You glanced up at your brother and gave him a soft smile as you asked. “So you are okay with this?” Opie gave a little nod. Juice gave a sigh of relief and you stood up on your tip toes to give Opie a kiss on the cheek before you walked over to Juice and wrapped your arms around his waist as he pulled you into a hug. As you rested your head against his chest you smirked. “Well… at least now we have Op in our corner when we go talk to my dad..” Juice let out a nervous laugh and held you tighter.

“Whatever we gotta do baby… you’re my girl… and that ain’t gonna change.”

Kylo Ren HC – 01

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+ As children Ben was extremely protective of you, he would often get angry when other children picked on you because of your small size. He always told you to come to him if anyone teased you or made you cry. That he would “Handle” them.
+ You called him “Benny” or “Buba” when you were a very small child. No one else was ever allowed  to call him those names, even your parents. 

+ For your birthday one year when you were children, Ben built you a droid because you really wanted a pet but your parents wouldn’t allow it. That droid was BB-8.
+ You, like your brother, were sent away to be trained with your Uncle Luke, when you were little more than a child. 

+ Leia made you leave the droid with her, promising to find it a good home till your training was complete. 

+ You trusted Ben more than your parents, your shared anger for being sent  away bonded you even more than you already were. He promised to always take care of you and make sure no one hurt you. Including your own parents.

+ When Ben destroyed the temple, he came to your room in the middle of the night and woke you up, telling you “We have to leave (y/n)…” You didn’t question why or what happened because you trusted him. 

+ Snoke not only wanted Ben, but he wanted you as well. He wanted to train you both. 

+ You were one of the Knights of Ren and always Ben’s second in command as you were the only person he would trust in such a position. 

+ During your training, Snoke would often use you against Ben. Forcing him to discipline you for your failures in an attempt to break the bond you shared with your brother. Despite all the abuse, the bond never broke. 

+ After these training sessions you would often run away in tears and Ben would always find you and promise you that one day he was going to end it all and Snoke would never hurt either of you again. 

+ When took the name Kylo Ren, you told him it was a stupid name and teased him a bit for it. He allowed you to do this because it was the first time in a long time that he saw you smile. 

+ He still remained extremely protective of you, perhaps even more so, as adults. He didn’t like the fact that you had a school girl crush on General Hux and forbid you to ever speak to Hux with out him present as he didn’t trust the ginger General.
+ You still managed to sneak around and get to know Hux a bit and were particularly fond of his cat, as you always wanted one of your own. You had a strange sorta friendship with Hux and often played mediator between the two leaders of the First Order. 

+ You tried to convince your brother than going after Luke, was a foolish idea. That even as strong as you both were together, neither of you could defeat your Uncle. 

+ You didn’t share the same reverence for your Grandfather Darth Vader as your brother. You found his obsession a tad morbid. 

+ As the years wore on you became less and less entrenched in the dark side and longed to go back to a some what normal life. Even asking your brother if you could leave but he would never allow it and neither would Snoke.

+ When you sensed your father, Han Solo, was on Star Killer base you found him first. Your father was floored with how much you had grown up and how much you reminded him of your own mother when she was young. He begged you to leave with him, telling you “We miss you… we miss both of you.” as he hugged you for the first time in more than a decade. 

+ When you witnessed your brother killing your father, it destroyed you. You were so furious over the loss that you lost all control of your powers causing a great deal damage to the base and killing many storm troopers in a fit of rage. It was the first time anyone inf the First Order saw the extent of your abilities and there where whispers about who was really more powerful… you or Ren. 

+ Han’s death at the hands of Kylo Ren is what finally broke the bond between you and your brother. 

+ Hux, not your brother, was the one who found you… hiding in alcove… holding on to the jacket that you had found of your father’s crying. You kept saying “I can’t leave him… I can’t leave him down there…” Hux begged you to come with him and promised you that you would have your revenge against your brother and he would help you. 

+ You wanted to leave your brother to die after his defeat by the girl, Rey but Hux said that would be too easy of death for him and convinced you to help get Ren to safety before the planet was destroyed. 

+ While escaping and while your brother was unconscious you sat next to him, quietly telling him how much he hurt you. “You couldn’t just let him leave… you couldn’t just let him take me home… to mom… to Chewie. I will never get to know what it was like to have a real family now because of you. I hate you…” You thought he was unconscious but he heard you and there was part of him that was destroyed hearing those words. 

+ You wouldn’t speak to your brother directly after the events, you always went through Hux, who happily played messenger because he was infatuated and wanted you to help him destroy Ren and Snoke… and make you his Queen.
+ But this isn’t what you wanted… you were done with the First Order and started to form a plan to defect and return to your mother and the Resistance. 

+ Snoke could sense the disconnect between you and Ren and used it to his advantage. Pitting you both against each other to see who could carry out his orders better. You refused to follow Snoke’s orders saying you were done being his puppet. 

+ During the chaos of the Resistance attack to slipped away in your personal ship and managed to get away and defect. 

+ Seeing your mother for the first time after Han’s death was an emotional moment. You ran into your mother’s arms, still wearing your dark clothes of the First Order. Only saying “I’m sorry I couldn’t stop him… I am sorry I am so weak and useless…” Your mother shook her head and simply said “You are not, you came back from the dark side… you came home to me… you are the strong one, not Ben.” 

+ When you saw Poe with BB-8 you shouted “Hey… that’s my droid!” and Poe was extremely confused by the statement but BB-8 remembered you and came right to you. You started crying because you had never thought you would see your childhood friend ever again. Poe said “That’s my droid… Leia gave him to me when I joined the resistance” not knowing who you were.
+ When you informed Poe that you were Leia’s daughter and that BB-8 was yours… he didn’t believe you till you both went before your mother and Leia explained that BB-8 was in fact yours, built by Ben.  

+ You went with Rey to seek out Luke. Not because you wanted to but because your mother asked you to help convince Luke to train Rey. Which you personally thought was a bad idea, but did anyway as a way to make amends to your mother. 

+ You were the one to tell Luke about Han’s death. Luke said nothing, only embraced you. Feeling the pain that your father’s death caused you. 

+ Your brother not only sought out Rey but also was hunting you as well, because he wanted you back on his side… 

It’s A Date – Hux/Reader

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It’s a date – Part 1 of 2
Hux/Reader – meet cute moment/first date
Summary  – Millicent gets out of Hux’s room and makes her way to your station and you decide it might be best to return the General’s cat.
A/N – This ended up being a little longer than I planned so I split it into two parts
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Joining the First Order wasn’t your dream, but when they come to your planet and ask for loyalty you either bend the knee willingly or they take your children. You knew it was better than not to join them and just keep your head down. Which is what you did. 

You work as clerk one of the lead ships of the fleet, the Finalizer under the command of the young General named Armitage Hux, who you had never seen but had heard the stories of his cruel nature from some of your co-workers but had never witnessed it first hand. As you went about your work on rather ordinary day, just entering data and monitoring communications, nothing exciting in the least. You felt something warm and fuzzy rub against your legs under your desk. You paused your work and peered under your desk to find a fluffy, well groomed orange tabby cat with a velvet collar with a small bell around it’s neck. “Well aren’t you just the most precious creature I have seen in ages… what in the Maker’s name are you doing on this ship?” You laugh softly as you lean down and pick the cat up.
The name engraved on a little silver disk was “Millicent” and she seemed like a very friendly and sweet animal. As soon as you picked her up Millicent started to purr and nussle her head against your arm. You had a cat as a child. You missed your childhood pet and from the looks of how well cared for Millicent was, you knew she was also very likely missed greatly. “Well Miss. Millicent… I don’t have a problem hanging with me but I think we have to find your people… “ You utter to the animal in a hushed tone as she curls up in your lap and you lean forward and begin to compose a ship wide communication.
Subject: Anyone missing a cat?
I found, or rather she found me, a sweet little orange tabby, with a black collar. The name on the collar is Millicent. She must have wandered into my office at some point in the last hour or so.
If this sounds like your cat, please get back to me so I can return her home safely.
Ensign (y/l/n)
PS. she is like totally fine… just hanging out in my lap while I do work. She is so fluffy I could just die!
You sent the com and went back about your work. Not really thinking too much of who the cat belonged to. You figured it was on of the girls who worked in the medbays you never expected to see the name that popped up on a new com that just came into your mailbox.
New Message From General A. Hux
“No…” You said looking down at Millicent. “You are not the General’s cat… please tell me you are not his cat.” Millicent looked up at you and let out a large yawn as she started to knead her paws into your lap before laying her head down on her paws. You opened the message as you took a deep steadying breath.
Subject – Found Cat
Engin (y/l/n),
I believe you have my cat. If you could please bring her to my office at your earliest convenience I would appreciate it greatly.
General A. Hux
PS. – So fluffy you could die? I am assuming you are fond of her?
Almost instantly you clasp your hand over your mouth when you realized you were going to have to take Millicent back to him and had sent such a ridiculous message in the first place. You should have been more professional but you let that part of you that was still an excited child at the sight of stray cat, take hold.
Quickly you compose a far more professional reply.
Subject – Found Cat
General Hux,
Please forgive the very casual nature of my original message Sir. I did not think this was your cat and was unaware you were included in mass messages of the sort. I will bring your cat to you right away Sir.
Also, yes I am fond of her… she is a very sweet animal and I had cats growing up. I miss them.
Sincerely,
Engin (y/l/n)
You hit send and before you had a chance to collect yourself and steady your nerves Hux had replied to your last message. “Oh lord…” You mumble as you lean forward to open and read his response.
Subject – Found Cat
I am glad that you and Millicent are getting along. She actually, tends not like most people. I have to take care of a few pressing matters on the bridge, would it at all be possible for you to bring her to my quarters in 1 hour. If your supervisor has issue with you leaving your post, please just send them to me and I will handle it.
It would be a great personal favor to me if you could keep track of Millicent a bit longer.
A. Hux
You smirked at the very informal structure of the letter guessing he wrote it in a rush. He included direction to his room in a postscript and you leaned back for a moment in your chair. Stroking Millicent’s soft fur as you thought about how you would compose your reply. “Quick… simple…maybe a little witty. This is me we are talking about.” You note to the cat as if she knew what you were talking about.
Subject – Cat Sitting
I would be happy to keep an eye on Millicent and make sure she keeps those pretty little paws out of trouble.
I will meet you in one hour, General.
(Y/N)
Hitting send once more you went back to your work, occasionally commenting on it to the cat that remained cuddled up in your lap. It was surprising how comforting just having another living thing in your small, dark work space made the time go by faster than you even anticipated. Soon it was time for you to return Millicent to her human.
Cradling her in your arms you walked through the halls of the ship. Stroking her soft, coppery fur occasionally to keep the animal calm. You followed the General’s directions to his quarters and sure enough Hux was walking up at the same time you were. “Miss. (y/l/n), prompt, which I like to see among my crew.” He greeted rather briskly as he entered the code to open the door.
“Well my mother always said ‘if you aren’t five minutes early..’”
Before you could finish Hux cut you off “Then you are are late. My father used to say something similar.” He walked into the very tidy room and motioned for you to follow. “Please come in.”
You mutter thank you as you walk in and wait till the door is safely closed behind you before setting Millicent down on the floor. “Well here you go, back where you belong.” You mutter cheerfully to Millicent as you stand back up the cat rubbing up against you leg purring before lazily trotting over to Hux and brushing up against him in the same manner.
“I apologize for any inconvenience she caused, she got out of my quarters this morning and I tried to catch her… “ Hux seemed uncharacteristically flustered and you tried to hide the smirk growing on your lips. He was far younger than you had expected him to be giving his station and rank within the first order. He was also much more handsome than you expected as well. Not in the way that the smuggler boys you dated as a teenager but in a clean cut and regal sort of manner. You could feel your cheeks flush slightly as you noticed his eyes linger on you.
You quickly shake your head and take a step forward. “General, really it was as far from an inconvenience as you could get.” You replied brightly trying to reassure him that you really had no issue with Millicent stowing away in your office. “I miss my cat, Fred, who is on my brother’s ship going back and forth between Mandalore and Nar Shadda.” You add with a sad smile as glance down at Millicent who was now laying next to Hux as he stood in the middle of the room.
“Are you Mandalorian?” Hux asked quickly as if his interest was instantly peaked.
You shrug before nodding your head slowly. You rarely spoke of the fact that your parents were from Mandalore. “I grew up on Nar Shadda though, my father worker for the cartels in arms trades. My mother ran a brothel.” You admit softly. “My brother is bounty hunter.”
Hux nodded his head slowly. “Why did you join the First Order then? If I may be so bold to ask.”
Again, you shrugged. “When the recruiters came my mom got scared. She said if someone in our family joined them then they would view our family as loyal and leave my little brother alone.” You say softly. “My mother heard a rumor that the First Order was view Mandalorian boys as the most viable candidates for the Stormtrooper training program.”
Hux seemed nodded he head slowly as he shrugged. “My father thought that. Because he believed that Mandalorian’s were genetically superior but the data has shown otherwise.” You were taken aback by the casual way he admitted there was truth behind your mother’s fears.
“Well that’s a comfort to know my baby brother will be safe. He was sent to back to the Mandlorian homeworld to be trained as armorer any how.” Hux chuckled softly and you raised a questioning eyebrow. “What about that is so amusing.”
“Nothing, really I just forget that they still do things like that on Mandalore.” Hux responded back quickly not wanting you to take offense by his misplaced nervous chuckle. “Can I offer you tea or something? As a way of thanking you for finding Millicent?”
You shook your head as he spoke. “No thank you, I really should get back to work. I still have a few more hours left on my shift.” You take a few steps forward and kneel down for a moment to pet Millicent on last time. “You behave young lady.” You smirk as stand up and turn to leave. You glanced over your shoulder for a moment back at Hux and uttered “Have a good evening General.” Before walking out the door as Hux smirked.
“You too, Ensign.”
Once you were back at your workstation, going about the same tasks you do everyday you could help but miss Millicent’s presence slightly. She was a nice distraction from the monotony. As you were lost in your data entry for the newest round of “recruits” for the training program you saw a message pop up from Hux.
New Message from General A. Hux
You couldn’t help but wonder what he had to say to you now that he had his cat back. You let out a little sigh as opened the message and leaned forward to read it.
Subject – Re – Meeting today
Miss (y/l/n),
I am sorry if you took offense to my comments earlier today. They were not meant to have been rude. You did something very kind for me and I repaid you poorly. I am not often the best in social situations. Particularly with beautiful women whom my cat likes.
Let me make amends in way of dinner, whenever would be convenient for you.
A. Hux
As you read the message you could feel your cheeks flush as you read the line ‘Particularly with beautiful women whom my cat likes’ over and over again. You were not expecting anything from Hux, least of all a complement and dinner invitation. You didn’t know how to respond, he was one of the highest ranking  officers in the whole of the First Order and it wasn’t like you could just refuse him. He was far more handsome than you were expecting, “What harm could dinner with the handsome general really cause?” You murmur to yourself as you lean forward and quickly type a response.
Subject – Re-Meeting today
General,
I took no personal offense to any comments made, but I accept your dinner invitation under one condition. Can I perhaps borrow Millicent on occasion? I don’t want to take your pet, but I do miss having a cat around at times. She is a very sweet girl and she seemed to like me. She could come spend time with me while I am working, so perhaps she doesn’t escape again? Would that be agreeable?
I am free most evenings.
(y/n)
Hitting send once more you settled back into the chair and went about the last little bit of work for your day. Just as you were finishing up the last of it there was a new message from Hux and you couldn’t help but smirk and open it quickly.
Subject – Re-Meeting today
(y/n),
I will have to take your proposal up with Millicent but I do not see her refusing. As I said earlier she is generally not fond of most people, could should ask Captain Phasma if you ever cross paths if you do not believe me, yet Millicent seems very fond of you.
Would dinner tonight be too bold? I just rarely have a free evening…
Armitage Hux
“Armitage…” You say with a smirk playing on your lips. So we are on first name basis now. You muse softly as you quickly type your reply.
Subject – Dinner Meeting
Armitage… (I see we are on first name basis now)
I would never be so bold as to ask the rather fearsome Captain Phasma about her encounters with our mutual furry friend. I would be far more afraid of her reaction, plus Mandalorian or not… have you seen me? She would crush me like a droid in a trash compactor. I’m far more of a lover than fighter, for the record.
Dinner tonight would be fine and not a bold request. I understand that you are a very busy man.
Would it be too bold of me to ask for an hour or so to go change before we meet? I am just finishing up my shift now.
(y/n)
You hit send and quickly tidied up your workstation before heading to your quarters. They were much smaller than Hux’s were but just as neat. There were a few more personal items scattered around the room including a Mandalorian helmet that belonged to your great-grandfather. Each of the children of the family had a piece of his armor. You touch the helmet as you set your things on a dresser and pick up a data pad laying on your night stand table to check your messages. Sure enough there was one from Hux.
You smirk as you toss the pad down on the bed before opening the message. As you begin to change from your work uniform to your casual clothes you read his response.
Subject – Dinner Meeting
(y/n)
Phasma is not nearly as fearsome as she appears, I will make an introduction at some point in the future if you are so inclined.
That sounds fine, who am I to tell a woman that she can’t get ready for a date…
Armitage
“A date… this is a date..” You chuckle as you feel your cheeks flush and look down at the rather plain casual clothes you had instinctively put on. “These are not date clothes… do I even own date clothes?” You chuckle in a little bit of panic as you quickly type your latest reply.
Subject – Dinner “Meeting”
Armitage….
A date?
This is a date?
I am not sure that I am prepared for a “date”. Dates require pretty new dresses, make-up, going to the hairdressers… Dates require more time than an hour.
(y/n)
You sent the message with a cheeky smirk playing on your lips before you started to dig through your dresser for something that would be close to appropriate date clothes. The idea that you could actually have unintentionally walked into some sort of romantic entanglement with Hux by returning his lost cat reminded you of the romance holotapes your mother was so found of. “Must tell mom about this mess in my next call home..” You muse out loud as pull out an almost forgotten dress that you packed just in case you ever did end up going on a date. Though you never expect it be with such an important and powerful man.
Your data pad chimed with a new message as you quickly changed clothes once again before picking up the pad and bringing it over to a small vanity so you could try and do something with your hair.
Subject – Dinner “Meeting”
(y/n)
Well, you do make some valid points.
Perhaps is is a practice date? Pre-date negotiations?
Also, I assure you if this “meeting” goes well. I will make sure you are very well taken care of. Whatever you want (save my cat) will be yours.
Are you changed yet?
A.
As you reread the message your heart started to beat faster as you tried to rationalize what Hux meant. “Anything I want?” You muse softly as you brush your hair and look down at the date pad. “What am I getting myself into.”
You quickly reply to his message one last time.
Subject – Dinner “Meeting”
Armitage,
Whatever this is you most certainly have me very curious of your intentions.
I am leaving my quarters now. I will be outside your room shortly.
(y/n)
You hit send as you set your data pad back on your bedside table before walking out of your quarters and making your way back towards Hux’s quarters. Your hand hovers over the buzzer for a moment as you take a long breath to steady yourself before you rung the bell. It was like Hux must have been perched waiting for you. It was barely a moment before the door hissed open and Hux stood before you. His hair was slightly messier than before, a few stray strands of hair falling across his forehead, his jacket gone, the top button of his shirt unbuttoned and a small smile playing on his lips. “You look lovely, (y/n), even without a new dress.” He commented slyly was you walked in trying to hide your smirk.
“Thank you,” You mutter softly as you turn around and face him.
Hux’s eyes wondered up and down your body admiring the fit of the dress on your frame. “Shall we?” He ask as he motioned towards a table with a bottle of wine and two glasses and you took  a deep breath. It was going to be an interesting night.

The Future – Poe/Reader

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Summery – One Shot – Poe Dameron/Solo!Wife! Reader – Newly married, Poe comes back from a mission to learn some surprising news from his wife.

A/N: Not beta read, I went through it but I have been known to miss things.  I wanted to try a slightly different style to my other imagines just to you know… try something a bit different I won’t probably continue with it but it was kinda a nice little challenge. 

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Poe wanted to get home. He wanted to see his new wife, it had been well over a week since he left on his latest mission. It didn’t seem like a long time in the grand scheme of things but to Poe, being away from his wife this long was like being away from her for a lifetime. He quickly big is squad goodnight promising to be at the debriefing bright and early the next morning but he needed to get home.

His home wasn’t very far from the base, within reasonable walking distance. The perks of being married to a General’s daughter he would often muse when he would hear others talk about how they had to travel quite a distance to their homes. As he walked through the front door of their comfortable little home Poe could smell something delicious cooking and the sound of his wife’s voice chatting away with her mother in the kitchen.

A smirk grew on his lips as he dropped his gear by the door and slowly started to make his way into the kitchen taking his time to appreciate the sounds and smells of home. His wife’s laughter echoed through the home and it warmed his heart. He paused just outside of either woman’s view and watched as she leaned forward and clasped hands with her mother as they spoke. She seemed genuinely happy and he hadn’t seen her that happy in quite a long time.

After waiting several minutes Poe finally walked in with a broad smile on his face and his arms out as his wife raced into them exclaiming, “Poe, oh thank the maker…” She exclaimed happily as her arms slipped around his neck as she leaned in their lips meeting in a passionate embrace.

Breaking the kiss with a smirk Poe cupped his wife’s cheek as he rested his forehead against her’s. “I always come back baby… always..” He mutters softly. His wife smirks and nodded her head though she knew that even the best pilot could not come back from a mission. Poe turned his attention to his mother in law as he hand slipped around his young wife’s waist. “General…” He gave her a little nod and Leia chuckled softly.

“You married my daughter, Poe,” Leia said with a smirk playing on her lips as she picked up her nearby tea cup and held it for a moment as she continued. “You don’t have to keep the formality up for my sake.” Poe and his wife laughed softly as the younger woman slipped away from her husband’s touch to go back to attending the food that was simmering away on the stove.

Poe moved over to Leia and put an arm around her shoulder before giving her a quick peck on the cheek. “So mom?” Poe laughed as Leia started to chuckle lowly herself as she swiveled the chair around so she could face him. Her hand reached up and patted Poe’s cheek.

“Leia will do just fine…” She replied with a smile and Poe gave her a little nod of acknowledgement. “So I take it the mission went well?” She asked as Poe sat down on the other stool that was next to Leia.

“Mom…” The younger woman scolds from her position at the stove. “One meal, no resistance or war effort talk please…” She sounded frustrated but not upset. Her tone and expression made both Poe and Leia smirk at each other before nodding.

“We aren’t eating yet, (y/n).” Poe noted with a smirk which caused his young wife to throw a dish towel in his direction. Leia stifled her laugh behind her hand. Poe snatched the towel up and tossed it back at his wife as he laughed. “Next time say… One night… one day… be specific sweetheart.” Poe settled back on the stool as he watched his wife try not laugh as she pretended to be far more upset than she was.

Leia leaned over and whispered, “Don’t tease her too much. (y/n) has been planning this dinner for the last few days. Apparently she has some important news to tell us both.” Poe raised a questioning eyebrow as he leaned forward on the counter and looked at Leia wanting more information. “I haven’t a clue what the news is, I swear.”

Poe shrugged and glanced up at his wife who pulled some plates out of one of cabinets before she dished out the fairly humble meal and presented two plates to her mother and husband with smile. “Eat…”

The discussion over dinner was pleasant and fairly begin. Mostly just talking about the improvements that the young couple were making to their home and the younger woman was concerned where BB-8 was. “He is spending the night on base to get looked over by a tech…” Poe informed his wife as he stood up and began clearing the now empty plates from the counter where they had sat to eat.

“I feel like my child is gone.” She said as she glanced back at Poe with a sad look on her face. “I love that little droid…” Poe walked up behind his wife and wrapped his arms around her before kissing her cheek.

“Our little buddy will be just fine, don’t you worry one bit… it’s just a check up.” He rested his head on her shoulder watching as Leia leaned forward and rested her arms on the counter, folding her hands.

“So, (y/n), are you going to tell us what this news is?” Her mother was growing impatient and the younger woman smirked as she looked back at Poe for a moment.

She chewed on her bottom lip for a moment as she shifted nervously in her seat. Poe looked down at his wife with a questioned glance and she let out a long sigh. “So, I haven’t been feeling great the last few weeks. Both of you know this…” Both Poe and Leia nodded as she took a long deep breath once more trying to calm herself. Her face was filled with nervous fear as she looked down at her hands. “I went to see the doc and well…” She paused for a moment and glanced back at Poe who looked quite concerned.  “I’m pregnant…” Poe’s arms slipped away from her as he stumbled back a few steps in slight shock.

Leia smiled brightly as she brought her hands to her mouth to hide her own excitement. Poe was just shocked. A week of very little sleep left him struggling to process what his wife had just told him. They had talked about having children one day, after the First Order was finished. Poe looked up from the floor at his wife who had a helpless look painted across her face. “A baby?” He questioned softly. “Our baby…”

“Our baby..” She repeated slowly with a little nod.

Poe ran his hands through his hair and glanced at Leia who still had a small smile playing on her lips. “You knew?” Poe questioned softly still trying to come to grips with the notion of being someone’s father.

Leia shrugged and chuckled dismissively. “I had my suspicions.” Leia confessed as she stood and up and slowly walked over to her daughter. She wrapped her arms around her youngest child and kissed her temple. “It wasn’t like when I just knew about you and your brother…” Leia’s tone held so much sadness at the mention of her other child. “But I could sense something was going on with my baby..” Leia glanced over at Poe who stood still with a look of shock painted over his face. “Poe…” Leia started trying to get his attention. “Breathe…” Leia tried not to be too amused by Poe’s stunned state. It was rare that he was at a loss for words.

Poe lifted his gaze as he spoke, “Yeah…” He said as binked slowly and shook his head trying to bring himself out of his own head.

Leia hugged her daughter once more before walking over to Poe and took his hand giving it a light squeeze before she turned back to her daughter. “You two have things to discuss. I will see you both tomorrow.” Her voice was calm as let go of Poe’s hand and started to gather her things. As she was about to walk out with the couple still in silence Leia paused and smiled softly. “A baby is a happy thing… especially during times like this. We need to hold on to every bit of hope we find… and baby is nothing but hope for a better future. Be happy… both of you.”

After Leia left the silence remained. Poe stood for a few moments longer leaning against the counter as he searched for words but could find none. His wife sat at the counter, her hands folded in her lap looking at him out of the corner of her eye but for the most part looking at her hands. The tension hung in the air like an ominous cloud. “I am going get cleaned up..” Poe finally spoke as he went to walk out of the room but his wife jumped up off her stool and moved to block his path.

“You don’t have anything to say?” She asked angrily as she stood with her hands crossed in front of her chest and watched as Poe’s jaw tensed as he tilted his head to one side.

He lifted his hand and opened his mouth to speak but stopped himself short for a moment as he tried to gather his thoughts. Taking a deep breath he lowered his hand and began. “What do you want me to say?” He sounded frustrated and far from happy. “We are in the middle of war…I am gone all the time because I am off risking my neck to try and make this galaxy a better place.You… You… You were going to be a fucking Jedi…till your brother lost his fucking mind because he was pulled to the dark side by some evil asshole who got inside his head from the time he was a baby. A baby, (y/n) you told me this yourself. Our kid will probably be hunted by the same evil the turned your brother.. Because you are Darth Vader’s grandchild and my kid is going to share the same blood as him…and I can’t protect my kid from that kind of evil. Yeah darling, I have a hell of a lot to say.” Poe threw his hands up in frustration as his wife stood, her face expressionless as he continued. “It’s not that I am not happy we are having a baby… because honestly, (y/n) part of me is so happy but this bigger part of me is like we can’t have a baby… not now.”

“It’s not like we planned to get pregnant but if we are laying everything out on the table,” His wife was a beautiful woman, most of the time she was one of the kindest souls you could ever meet. She had so much of her mother’s kindness and even temper, but in the rare moments she showed her rage the look she would get in her eyes was unnerving. “You didn’t try not to get me pregnant all that hard after we got married. It was like as soon as the vows were said you thought we were granted some instant birth control.” Her voice grew more angry as she spoke, her eyes a light with rage.

Poe knew what she had said was true, he wasn’t as careful as they once had been. He had figured the small amount of risk wasn’t going to end in the result it had. Running his hand through his messy dark curls Poe looked up at his wife. “I really didn’t think you would get pregnant… not so quickly. I mean… we hadn’t used protection before and you didn’t end up pregnant then.” His voice was quiet and calmer than it had been just a few moments before. He reached out and took his young wife’s hand and squeezed her hand to get her to look at him. “What are we going to do?”

The young woman shook her head and shrugged. “What can we do?” She paused for a moment and the couple shared a quite glance as they both began to calm down.

“I don’t know..” Poe murmured softly as his hand slipped away from her’s. His dark eyes darted to the floor. “Is everything okay…. With the baby?” He asked softly after a few more moments of silence.

His wife gave a little half-hearted smile as she nodded her head. “Yeah… I mean… I only had the one appointment so far.” She looked up at Poe as she reached out to him. “I have another appointment to meet a midwife next week, if you want to come.”

Poe took her hand and smiled softly. “Of course I want to come.” He started as he took another step closer, his free hand rested on his wife’s waist. “Just because I am worried about what the future holds doesn’t mean I am not going to be there for everything, (y/n)… this is still our baby…” They shared a warm glance as Poe’s free hand trailed across her waist and over her stomach as Poe smirked. “My kid…” He mumbled and she smiled at him.

“Do you want a boy or girl?” Her voice was soft as she asked her question.

Poe shrugged as he trailed his fingers across her stomach. “I guess I always thought we would have a girl first… I don’t know why.” Poe lifted his gaze and smiled as he saw the small grin on his wife’s face. “Everytime I have thought about us having kids… it was always a little girl…”

“Me too..” She leaned in and they shared a sweet kiss before she pulled back laughing and shoved Poe back playfully. “You smell like a dead bantha!” She exclaimed as she clasped her hand over her mouth and nose.

“Oh it is not that bad…” Poe said with a laugh as he tried to wrap his arms around his wife but she wiggled out of his grasp with a joyful laugh and little yelp. “Oh come on baby… you know you love it.” He teased as he began to chase her through their modest home as they played a playful game of cat and mouse till finally Poe managed to slip his arms around her waist and capture her as she laughed loudly as she struggled to break free. “Oh no… I got you now…”

“Poe… go shower!” She laughed as she tried to peel his hands from around her waist but Poe only tightened his grip and pulled her back against him. His lips pressed against her neck as he laughed. “Poe!” She exclaimed once more and Poe finally let her go with a small chuckle.

“Alright… I’ll go..” He conceded before he leaned in and gave her one more quick kiss before they went their separate ways. Poe to the master bathroom of their bedroom and his wife off into the living room to relax.

After Poe cleaned himself up and got dressed in some comfortable clothes before wandering through the house looking for his wife. He had assumed she was in the kitchen cleaning up dinner but he found all the dishes still unwashed in the sink, food left out on the stove. He furrowed his brow and chuckled softly as he turned around and made his way into the living room.

Sure enough, there she was. Sprawled out across the couch, wrapped up in a old, well loved blanket. “Poor tired mama…” Poe mumbled softly as he sat down on the edge of the couch. His hand rested on her thigh as a small smile played on his lips. His touch nudged her from her slumber, her hands moving up to her eyes quickly to rub the sleep from them as she let out long yawn. “I wasn’t that long in the shower…” Poe teased.

“I am sorry, creating life is exhausting apparently…” She mumbled with a grumpy pout as she stretched her arms above her head before sitting up slowly.

Poe patted her thigh before he let out a little sigh before he began to speak. “Listen..” He started as he scooted a little close to his wife. “I am happy about this baby, deep down I am. (y/n), you know that. Right?” She gave him a quick nod for an answer before he continued. “This may not be the right time… but it wasn’t really the right time when our parents had us. If people waited for just the right moment to have kids, I doubt anyone would ever have kids.” Poe watched as a smile grew across his wife’s lips as he continued. “Your mom was right..”

“As she is ninety nine percent of the time, but don’t let her know I ever admitted that.” She laughed and Poe couldn’t help but join her for a moment before he squeezed her thigh gently trying to get her attention once more.

“Hey…” Poe said quickly. “I’m serious… what she said about babies being nothing but hope for a better future…” He reached out and took her hand in his and looked deep into her eyes. “Our kid is gonna bring a lot of hope to the people who care about us and that’s a good thing.” Poe smirked deviously before adding. “Plus, when I tell the squad that we are having a baby… I won’t have to buy a drink at the bar for at least a week. When the baby is born.. .well, my love, I am so sorry in advance.”

His wife pulled her hands away and clasped them over her mouth to keep herself from laugh as she leaned forward. “The funnest part is, it is so going to happen.” She blurted out between stifled laughter.

Poe had a slightly smug smirk on he lips as he nodded his head settling back on the couch motioning for his wife to come closer. “I said I was sorry…” He pointed as she nestled in next to him draping the blanket over both of them as they gazed out the window. “It’s going to be alright, (y/n), one way or another…we will figure it all out.” 

It’s a Date – Part 2 – Hux/Reader

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Hux/Reader – meet cute moment/first date

Summary  – Millicent gets out of Hux’s room and makes her way to your station and you decide it might be best to return the General’s cat.

PART 1

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A/N: This is much shorter than the first part but have no fear, I am going to continue this pairing of Hux and our little random Mandalorian reader with connections to the galactic underworld with at least two sequels. One called – Canto Bight – which obviously takes place on Canto Bight a few months after this, a little mission mixed with pleasure, maybe some smut (who I am kidding there will be smut). I am also going to play with a little fan theory that one of my favorite SW podcasts Girls With Sabers (which you should go on youtube and watch all their videos right now) did a video on about Hux maybe having a half sister. This will be probably a 3 parter as I have it planned, maybe longer because this is me and I am known to just write too much. The other is – Never Make a Mandalorian Woman Angry – which really is going to be a little more light hearted than it sounds. This one will definitely be a one-shot. I have a few other ideas floating around with these two. They are cute and as we see Hux may have met his match. Plus… Millicent likes her. That means everything, because as we all know the real ruler of the galaxy is Millicent… <.< or is that just me. LOL

As you settled down together at the table and began to enjoy the rather nice wine, you decided to break the awkward silence. Hux had been flirty and charming over the messages but in person you could tell that he was little nervous. “When you said this was a date, I was a little shocked.” You started nervously.

As soon as you spoke Hux’s gaze was on you, his attention fixated on your every word. As soon as you finished he quickly asked, “Why? It’s because you are not attracted to me?” He asked sharply.

You quickly shake you head. “No, not at all… I mean.. Yes… I mean no.” You were flustered and felt like perhaps you had just put your foot in your mouth. Your eyes glanced up at Hux who looked as flustered as you were. “I don’t date much, no one usually notices me… actually no one ever notices me.” You blurt out in a nervous moment trying to fix your previous blunder.

Peeking up through your long eyelashes you see Hux settle back in his chair. “I can’t see how anyone couldn’t notice you… you are beautiful.” He confessed softly as he picked up his glass of wine and downs a rather large sip as if he were trying to gain some courage he otherwise lacked. “I don’t just ask women to dinner all the time.. I actually never do.”

“Then why ask me?” you ask quickly and nervously.

“Millicent liked you.” he said with a small shrug. “When I saw you walking up with her in your arms, I had never seen something so beautiful.” He mumbled. You raised a questioning eyebrow not quite understanding what he meant, not because you couldn’t hear him but because you couldn’t fathom he actual meant what he was saying. “You.. you are beautiful… and you made me laugh with those messages. Actually laugh.” Hux said as if that was something that hadn’t happened in many years. Which, for him it hadn’t.

You reached across the small table and place your hand over his. “That’s the nicest thing anyone has ever said to me.”

“You must have been around a bunch of blind fools… but your welcome.” As he lifted his head to speak your eyes met and a shiver ran down your spine. Those stormy green eyes burned into your soul and made your heart race.

After the unintental hiccup, and with a couple more glasses of wine and the addition of food things started to move along much smoother. The conversation was now rolling along at a comfortable pace and it was like you had known Hux all your life. Neither of you lived idyllic childhoods, each with their complications. Yet they shaped the people you had become.

“So wait, your father actually knew Darth Maul?” Hux asked as he leaned forward quite curious about any tale you had of the legendary former Sith Lord.

You nod as you lean forward with a bright smile spread across your face. “When my father was working for my grandfather as a teenager during the clone wars… they used to sell weapons and mandalorian armor to the Maul and the Crimson Dawn.” You started. “My dad told me all about the one time he actually had to handle the deliver of weapons to Maul himself. He said he had never in all his days felt such evil and he told me in that moment he knew that the Elders were right. Jedi… Sith… they were all evil.” Your eyes were cast down to the table as you finished unsure of how Hux would take what you said.

“I always admired the Mandalorian’s abhorrence of force users” He surprised you with his he soft admission. The corners of your mouth turned upwards in a small smirk. For someone who worked so closely with such a powerful force user as Kylo Ren, you were shocked that Hux shared your distaste for their mystic ways. “Did your father know Boba Fett?” Hux seemed rather curious about your family’s underworld connections, as most people were when they learned of them. The few friends you had made since joining the First Order were just as fascinated as Hux. Though part of you couldn’t help but  question his motives as you slowly nodded your head.

“Yeah, my father knew him well.” You murmur as your reach for your glass of wine. “He was actually a decent enough guy… he used to bring me and my older brother sweets when he would come do deals with my father.” Hux looked puzzled by your little story.

“I thought Fett was dead.”

“No.” You said softly as you shook your head. “He is very much alive last I knew.” Hux against seemed shocked by your insider knowledge and he looked like a very excited child.

Hux leaned forward and grabbed your wrist. “How much do you know about the general workings of the underworld? I am talking arms dealers, spice smugglers… slave traders…gang leaders…everything.” You laugh nervously as you gaze deep into his eyes. It was an uncomfortable question. You knew quite a bit but you also knew that you couldn’t just go telling anyone the information you knew. The stories you told were never of consequence and were the type of stories people told at parties to try and impress people. Which is what you were trying to do with Hux but you had dug  yourself into a hold you were going to climb out of by telling Hux what you knew.

“I am the daughter of the second largest arms dealer on Nar Shadda, my mother runs one of the best brothels on the moon and last time I checked I was still on a first name basis with some of the Hutts… what do you want to know?” You smirked. You tried for the last year to just keep your head down but the wine made you bold. There was part of you that really wanted to impress Hux and this seemed like the best way to do it.

Hux tutted softly and sighed. “They assigned you to data entry… when we had an in with the Hutt Cartel right under our noses…” He let go of your wrist and leaned back in his chair. He peered at Millicent who was curled up at your feet and laughed. “I should have you get out more often if you are going to bring me beautiful and valuable women Millie…”  Hux turned his gaze back to you. “How many languages do you speak?”

“Six.. not including basic…”

“Kriff” Hux cursed as he shook his head in disbelief. “You can not keep working in data entry… your talents are being absolutely wasted there. I won’t allow it.” He declared and you laughed nervously.

“You know I actually don’t mind my job…” You protested softly but Hux shook his head as he put his hand up. He didn’t want to hear any of your protests, he very obviously had plans for you that had nothing do with your typing skills.

“(y/n), darling girl… let me let you in a small secret.” You liked this Hux, the Hux of the messages, the Hux after he had a few glasses of wine and relaxed. “When the Empire was still strong they had the underworld, well the larger players, in their pockets. This has been the one area we can’t seem to crack.” The way Hux spoke seemed like he genuinely needed your help. The way he had called you ‘darling girl’ also lingered in your mind.

You let out a long sigh. “What if I said no?” Hux instantly got a pained look on his face at the meer notion that you would. You quickly reached your hand across that table. “I am not saying I am going to but really Armitage, do I have much choice now that you know.” Hux shrugged but you knew that you really had no choice.

“It would mean you would work directly with me, every day…” He started slowly as he reached his hand out and laid it over yours. “We can even take lunch in here every day so you can spend time with Millicent…” He was trying really hard to make you want this. “You will need all sorts of beautiful, elegant, dresses for when I take you to Canto Brite… if you say yes that is.” He had you at time with Millicent but the rest was all really lovely perks you had never imagined. “Say yes..”

Slowly you started to nod you head and Hux smiled brightly. When he smiled it was such a rare thing that it was magnetic. His eyes lit up and you couldn’t help but smile back at him. “Fine… only because we are going to share custody of Millicent…” You tease and Hux started to laugh.

“I said nothing of the sort. I said lunches with Millicent.” Hux protested and you pulled your hand back before standing up. You walked around the table and stood next to Hux, your hand on your hip looking down at him. He leaned back in his chair, green eyes dancing with mischief as you smirked down at him. “This is a first date… we can’t already be talking custody arrangements for my cat… I was hoping I would at least get to take you to bed before that happened.” You roll your eyes as Hux speaks and he laughs nervously as he reaches out and places a hand on your waist. “I’m joking, I swear.”

Your stern look slowly faded and you smiled down at him again. “Listen just because I said Phasma could crush me doesn’t mean I couldn’t probably kick your ass if really wanted to.” You teased and Hux shook his head for a moment before laughing.

“No I don’t doubt that at all, though I am very good with a blaster.” His words were loaded with a double meaning that made your cheeks flushed again as your shifted your weight.

Your tongue darts across your bottom lip as you look down at Hux rather amused. “But the real question is Armitage..” You say softly as you lean in. “Are you too quick to pull the trigger?” You ask breathlessly as your lips brush against his ear. You can see his whole body stiffen up and for once he was the one who grew flush. You pulled back quickly and take a breath because you were even started to get yourself worked up. Between the long time since you had been with anyone and the wine you were forgetting this was really only a first date. “I should go…”

Hux nodded slowly though you could tell there was part of him that very obviously want you to stay. “Report to my office in the morning, 0900, we will discuss my idea on how to mix securing some valuable allies and maybe a little pleasure.” You smiled softly down at him once more before leaning in. You hand brushing his cheek as you placed a tender kiss on his lips. He seemed shocked for a moment at first but quickly began kissing you back. He was tentative and surprisingly tender as his hand barely grazed your cheek as you pulled back.

“I will see you in the morning Armitage…” You mumbled softly as he nodded standing up before he walked you to the door, Millicent in tow. He picked her up for your to say a proper goodnight. “Nini Millie… take good care of your daddy… I kinda like him.” You say as if Hux wasn’t listening to every work and the animal actually understood. Millicent purred as you scratched her behind her ear.

Hux opened the door and you stepped out. “Goodnight, (y/n), I will see you in the morning.”

+Next Day+

At 0845 you walked up to the door of Hux’s office, it was where he took most of his meeting though from your understanding from last night he prefered to spend much of his time on the bridge. You took a deep breath and smoothed your skirt as ready yourself to start this new position that Hux said you were perfectly suited for. In the light of day and with out the haze of the alcohol you were regretting telling Hux so much about your family’s connections. You had left all that information off your enlistment forms when you join up for a reason because you just wanted to keep your head down.

That’s gone all kinds of out the window now. You groan internally as take one last deep breath and turned to buzz the com pad. Hux must have known it was her because the door opened right away and he stood before her a small smirk playing on his lips. “Early.. So proud of my girl..” Hux said in low tone as he stepped aside to allow you to walk in. “Did you sleep well (y/n)?” He asked rather sweetly as he walked back to his desk and sat down.

“Alright I guess..” You murmured as you followed Hux back to his desk. He gestured to take as seat and you did, just not where he was expecting. You walked around his desk, your hand trailed across the smooth metal as you stood next to him. Hux pushed his chair back allowing you to sit down in his lap.

He seemed amused as he slipped his arms around you and picked up a data pad resting on his desk. “Read this…” He instructed as you took it from his hands. As you started to read through what ended up being some kind of intelligence report from someone on the inside of a codebreakers operation out of the leisure oasis Canto Bight, Hux leaned forward and rested his head on your shoulder. Seeing him out of the corner of your eye momentarily distracted you from your reading and made you smirk.

Once you finished, you set the data pad back down on the desk. Hux wrapped his arms around your waist and waited for you to speak. “So you have someone on the inside… of this guy’s crew…” You questioned softly and Hux nodded. “Well I can tell you this much. He has never done business on Nar Shadda, doubt he does business with the Hutts. They never travel that far out for business.” Hux let out a disappointed groan as he leaned back in the chair and you shifted position slightly. “Don’t be disappointed in me. Be disappointed in the fact the all powerful slug people kriffing hate lightspeed travel and pretty much have all the could want or need on Nal Hutta.”

Hux sighed and brought his hand up to rub his temples. “I was really hoping we could just slide you in the operation we already have in place and you could bring the Hutts into the fold.” He shook his head slightly disappointed in his own foolish notion hearing it out loud. Seeing the look of frustration and disappointment cross Hux’s face made you feel horrible.

You leaned forward and picked up the pad and began scrolling through the report. “You know…” You started softly not getting Hux’s attention at first. “I won’t be able to get a meeting with this guy… but my brother… my brother absolutely could.” Hux started listing again. “He has a reputation, while I think that it will take a lot of credits to get him to stop his current business… and I mean a lot of credits. He would do this for me, if I ask him.”

Hux’s arms wrapped tightly around your waist as he pulled you back against him. “Will you? Please.” You smirk as you slowly nod and Hux let out a sigh of relief. “Thank you.”

“I’ll even get ahold of my dad, no promises but I am sure he can find something out at his weekly Sabacc game with the Hutt under bosses.” You add with a smirk. Hux seemed pleased beyond his abilities to express, he smiled and leaned in to kiss you. Hesitating for a moment.

“You are incredible, (y/n), you know that…” Hux leaned in a kissed you tenderly, his hands running up your back as he pulled you deeper into the kid. You knew that this relationship was going to be complicated due to Hux’s station and the active war effort, but there was something in you that knew that no matter what it was going to worth it.