The Forgotten Wife – Part 2

On December 18, 2018December 18, 2018 By deathvalleyqueen666In fanfiction, negan/reader, reader insert, Series, The Forgotten Wife, The Walking Dead, WIPLeave a comment

Part 1

Part 2

The Market was the heart of the Sanctuary. Most people went through at least once a day. Among the workers it was the one little part of life that was enjoyable, just like the old world. Those with talents for crafting or math were often given charge of stalls to sell their wares or those items scavenged by others. Unlike many of the other workers you never found yourself getting lost in the old world commercialism, you were always too worried about never having enough points to get what you and Deacon needed to enjoy the frivolity of it all like some people did. This time however, despite your reservations about entering in this strange new agreement with Negan, you looked forward to being able to give Deacon whatever his heart wanted.

As you walked in the large, open room filled with tables and stalls you noticed that the lines were shorter than normal. Maybe it has something to do with what Gavin and Simon came to talk to Negan about.. You mused as you set Deacon down, urging him to stay close as you took his hand and walked towards the area where all the clothes available were hanging. Everyone was given the basics, a decent change of clean clothes when you arrived but beyond that it was all points, unless you fought for Negan or married him. Well, except us now… You mused nervously as you searched through the rack of women’s clothes till you came across a deep royal blue and forest green boho style patch work dress. It was so far from the black form fitting number that Negan used to make you wear and far more inline with your personal style before the world went to hell. With a small grin, to no one but yourself, you pulled the dress off the rack. Resting the dress across your free arm you started to make your way towards the shelves that housed the toddler sized clothes.

There were two shelves, side by side. One of used clothes, taken from homes the area, which you almost always picked from as they cost less points and to you it mattered far more than Deacon had warm clothes than good looking clothes. The other shelf, which was nearly twice as full, held all the pristine new clothes taken from mall nearly 10 miles from the Sanctuary. These were clothes that only the soldiers’ children were about to wear. Now as you reached up and pulled a pair of jeans down you could feel the other worker’s eyes burn into your soul. They all will know. That doubtful voice in your head, that sounded dangerously like your mother at times, called out silently. It’s not like you don’t know they whisper about him…about you… It called out again from the darkest corners of your mind.

Your eyes dart around the room, searching for a sign of your suspicions but find everyone busy with their own business. A small sigh of relief escapes your lips as your smile down at your son. Setting your dress and the pair of jeans down on the shelf for a moment you walk over to a stack of handmade baskets and pick one up, Deacon in tow the whole time. Walking back over to the shelf, you drop the basket to the floor before you pulled down the dress and jeans dropping into the basket. “Bubba,” You say softly to your son as you let go of his hand. “stay right here…I don’t want to see one toe move mister…” You say in a soft yet stern voice. The little boy gave you a quick nod before you turned back to the shelf and began to search through the clothes. Pulling anything in Deacon’s size that you thought was cute and toss it in the basket with the other clothes.

As the basket neared capacity you reached down and slipped it over your arm. As your turned around to take Deacon’s hand you spied Simon walking through the back entrance of the market place. “Great..” You groaned softly as you started to walk past the women’s clothes again. Spying a decent looking pair of jeans and a summery sky blue peasant top hanging next to each other you pulled them off the hangers without looking at the sizes and placed them on top of the basket. “Bubba…” You called to Deacon again glancing down at him, his hand gripping yours tightly, before finishing your journey to the ‘Check out’ area.

As you stood in the short line your eyes were fixed on Simon as he stopped to talk to several of the men standing guard. Even though he was speaking with the men, his dark eyes searched the room, no doubt looking for you. As the person in front of you moved aside you were still transfixed on tracking Simon’s movements and didn’t notice till the woman keeping track of the points called out. “(y/n), sweetheart are you ok?”. You shake your head as your are jarred from your thoughts.

“Shit..” you cursed taking a quick step forward, bringing Deacon with you. “I’m so sorry Mary…” You apologize as you set your basket up on the table. Mary was a kindly but very tired woman of about 65. In the old world she ran a small dress shop the next town over from where you grew up, she fitted and sold your prom dress. This world had been hard on her, she lost all of her family. One by one. Some from the virus in the start of all this, some to the dead and well the her son died in an early attack against the Saviors by another community. It wasn’t long before Deacon was born when it happened and in her own way Mary had taken you and your son under her wing. Helping you with what she could and always keeping Deacon with her in the market while you worked. She was Deacon’s ‘Memaw’ and she adored her ‘Bubba’ a nick name that she bestowed up on your son as an infant because he was a chubby baby. Now even you called him that (or some variation of it) quite often.

“Don’t worry about it, you look like you have had a good day though… all these clothes.” She noted with a little chuckle as she pulled each item of clothing out of the basket and marking it’s value on a scrap piece of paper. Having become so close to Mary and knowing her a bit from before, you had confided in her the truth about Deacon’s father being Negan not long after he was born. She kept your secret for all that time, helped you raise Deacon like her own grandchild even knowing who his father was. As she pulled out the new clothes, the ones too expensive for workers Mary let out a little gasp before quickly bringing her hand to her mouth trying to mask her shocked expression. “No..” She mumbled in a low voice.

“Go see Memaw…” You tell Deacon and the little boy smiled brightly before his hand slipped from yours and he raced around the table. Deacon crawled into her waiting lap as Mary gave your raven haired little boy a kiss on his chubby cheek.

Mary glared up at you with a look only a mother could give, “Don’t think you are going to distract me with him… you didn’t go back to him, did you?” She finished her sentence in a low voice as you glanced to see where Simon was. Thankfully he was stopped by some workers who needed him for some reason.

Guessing you had at least another few minutes you leaned down on the table. “Negan figured it out, well he had some fucking help.. but he knows. He said he is going to take care of me and Deacon…” You answer her softly a you reach across the table and push some of Deacon’s hair out of his eyes. “I don’t really know what to make of any of this or know what the hell will happen now.” Mary gave a little nod and you could tell she too was troubled by this situation.

Putting her hands over Deacon’s ears, she leaned forward and gave her take on the situation. “Well he fucking better, he made you feel worthless and did nothing but grunt on top of you till he put this little angel in your belly. Made you so afraid of him that you ran, tail between your legs pregnant, scared and alone… oh I would love to give him a piece of my mind..:” You held back the urge to roll your eyes but you did shake your head at her comments. She pulled her hands away from Deacon’s ears and kissed the top of his head.

Mary was about to continue going on about one thing or another but you put your hand up, spotting finally making a path straight towards you. “Just mark the points Mary…” Your heart races, Simon always made you nervous. You beckoned Deacon back to you silently as Simon reached ear shot.

He had a fake smile plastered across his face but his tense body langue told you he was upset about whatever had transpired with Negan. He swaggered over to the table, his thumbs hooked into his belt loops on his jeans as he stopped next to the table, his eyes glance first at the pile of clothes that Mary was finishing tallying up and placing back into the basket and then to you. His lips twisted into a genuine smirk when he saw you grip Deacon’s shoulder’s tighter. “Well, I see you follow instructions well still..” Simon noted with a dark chuckle. “When you are ready… he is..”

You gave a small nod and leaned forward picking up the basket up from Mary’s table. The white haired woman placed her hand over yours as you gripped the basket. “Don’t forget about that Fire Truck that Deacon always likes to play with…” Mary said loud enough for Simon to take notice and glance over at the stall next to Mary’s where an middle aged man named Ian crafted wooden toys for the children of the Sanctuary. Simon turned around and picked the medium sized red wooden toy off the table and took a few steps over to Deacon.

Leaning down, in a rare moment of humanity, Simon smiled and handed it Deacon who gazed wide eyed up at him as his small arms wrapped around the toy as large smile spread across his face. “Here you go buddy…” Simon chuckled softly as he took a step back and glanced up at you. “Even with the end of the world… every little boy loves a good fire truck.” He seemed somewhat relaxed by seeing Deacon’s joy, letting out a heavy sigh he almost started speak once more but stopped himself. Ending up only clearing his throat.

Leaning down you whispered in Deacon’s ear. “Say thank you to Simon…”

Simon’s eyes fixed on Deacon as the little boy took a few steps over to him and looked up at him with his wide hazel eyes. “sank ju…” Deacon said joyfully as he held up his fire truck. You couldn’t help but smile brightly as Simon reached down and tussled the toddler’s dark hair.

“You are very welcome young man…” Simon glanced up at you, when he saw the large smile spread across your face and your eyes lighting up seeing your little boy’s joy, his eyes became transfixed on you. Simon had his moments where he seemed like a decent sort of guy, not unlike the men you grew up around. Rough around the edges but with a soft gooey center. Other times though, he scared you half to death. He was Negan’s right hand man from way back, even in your early days as a wife. Back then he was the only person to have been kind to you when you married Negan, scared and alone in this world. There were moments where you wondered if being his wife would be better or worse than being Negan’s.

As you lifted the basked off the table and walked towards Simon you turned back for a moment and smiled at Mary. “I will come talk to you tonight, after Bubba is asleep Mama Mary..” She gave you a little nod and blew Deacon a kiss.

“I love you my sweet boy!” She called to Deacon as she waved to him.

Deacon smiled back and in his sweet little voice exclaimed “Lub ju Memaw…” with a bright smile running across his lips as he attempted to still hold onto his fire truck, which seemed massive in his little arms, and wave goodbye at the same time.

You spied a soft smile playing on Simon’s face as he watched the exchange between Mary and Deacon, as you walked up next to him. Much to your surprise he stretched out his arm, “Let me,” He said almost gentlemen like, as he took the full basket of clothes from your arms not waiting for you to answer.

“Thank you,” You utter softly as you reach down and place a gentle hand on your son’s shoulder urging him forward as Simon started to lead the way back out of the marketplace.

Simon walked in silence for a time, occasionally looking over at you like he was going to start a conversation but always stopping himself short. As much as you had seen Simon around over the years you knew little about his life before all this. Some of the people talked about nothing but the old world, some people never said a syllable about their old life. “Did you know Mary was a seamstress, before all this?” You finally asked Simon, wanting to break the uncomfortable silence on the long walk back to Negan’s room.

Simon gave a little, half hearted nod like he almost didn’t want to admit to the knowledge. “Yeah…” He said simply before glancing over at you. “What did you do?” He asked.

You smile nervously slightly embarrassed of the job you had before all this. “I worked at the Kitty Kat Klub…” You mumbled, you cheeks flushing. The Kitty Kat Klub was the local strip club a few towns over. It was about as classy as a rural strip club that catered to farmers and truckers could get, but anyone who lived anywhere within 50 miles knew of it. Simon raised a suspicious eyebrow at you answer and it only caused your cheeks to grow more crimson. “I was one of the bar tenders… don’t get your fucking hopes up… I can’t dance to save my life.”

Simon let out a hearty chuckle as he shook his head. “Well, I would have never expected that… not in a million years.” Your cheeks were still flushed red and you grateful on some level that Deacon had little idea of what you two were talking about.

“Well, I worked in assisted living group home during the day, but it was shit money and only part time. I had bills…” You admitted though you knew that you had no reason what so ever to justify the actions of your past life to Simon, you still couldn’t abide people having the wrong impression of you. “What about you?” Tilting you head slightly to the side as you spoke.

Simon chuckled and shook his head. “Just a normal guy… work… life…” His vagueness didn’t deterred you. Take a step sideways, positioning yourself next Simon, so you didn’t have to speak so loudly, you smile at him.

“Well, did you have a family?” Simon glanced at you as he spoke, there was a great deal of pain behind his eyes as he gave a quick nod before glancing down at Deacon who was totting along, spinning one of the wheels happily. I bet he had a little boy, it would explain so much…I am so fucking blind… shit.. You silently scold yourself. “I’m sorry.” You say barely audible.

Simon shook his head slowly as he began. “Everyone has lost people these days, (y/n), if you let yourself die with them… living constantly in memories of the dead you will die too.” His words cut into your soul, and for a brief moment you gazed up at Simon with reverence in your eyes. He had so much more to him than his creepy advances and his quick temper. There was a certain intelligence to the way he spoke, that was something you had always noticed. He was educated but chose not show it more often than not. The more you interacted with him the more of mystery he became to you.

“That’s true…” You say nodding your head as you round the last corner before Negan’s rooms. Stopping for a moment you reached out and placed a tender touch on Simon’s arm. “But if the past didn’t matter… why tell Negan?” You asked bluntly as you reached out and touched his muscular arm again.

Simon looked away for a brief moment, his eyes fixated on the door to Negan’s room before glancing back down at you. “Because I know what it’s like to have your child hidden from you…right under your nose…and not know before it was too late.” As he spoke your face dropped and there was part of you that felt horrible for Simon and wondered what happened but knew it was not your place to press the issue. “I saw you struggling to take care of the boy..” Simon said in a low tone leaning in and handing you back the basket as he spoke. “I am sure you have you reasons and they are probably damn good reasons too.” His eyes lock on yours as he speaks, his gaze causing you heart to quicken. “but the kid deserves a chance to know his father…and you both deserve a better life..” His words sent a strange chill down your spine. Who does he think can give us this better life truly… I doubt he thinks it’s Negan… You muse as Simon’s hand brushes your lower back as he ushered you toward the door not giving you a moment’s chance to respond to his comment.

As Simon pushed open the heavy door your eyes went right to Negan, who stood by the window carefully overseeing some of the workers preparing to leave the compound. Simon cleared his throat and Negan quickly turned around. His eyes went straight towards Deacon clutching his new toy. A smiled crept across his face as he made his way towards you and Deacon. Simon leaned in and whispered. “You deserve the fucking world don’t settle for less.” His words only confirmed your previous gut feeling about Simon’s intentions. You smiled softly at him.

“Thank you Simon…” You said softly, as you reached over, your finger tips brushing his bare forearm.

Simon smirked at your touch, “Any time sweetheart,” he said with a small chuckle before glancing over at Negan who was standing watching the small exchange between you and Simon with a slightly sour look on his face. “Anything else boss?” He asked in a light hearted tone which Negan found none to amusing.

Negan shook his head and reached down to rest his hand on Deacon’s shoulder. “No…” Negan said in a dark tone. If you didn’t know better you would have almost guessed Negan was jealous of the small bit of affection you had shown Simon. No, there is no way Negan would be jealous of Simon. I am not Negan’s wife any more. Your eyes darted between the two men. Tension was thick in the air as Simon stood almost staring Negan down.

As he went to leave Simon turned back to you, “I’ll be around if you need help later.” He made sure his words were loud enough for Negan to hear.

“I am sure we can manage Simon,” Negan responded back quickly. You took a step away from Simon, feeling the tension rise.

Taking a deep breath you move towards Deacon who was standing in front of Negan. “It’s a nice offer but Negan is right, we can mange.” You say in a calm tone trying to do your best to calm the situation. Simon gave you a worried looked but you just gave him a quick nod, and with that he turned and left. Letting the heavy door slam shut with a loud bang.

Negan rolled his eyes and let out a heavy sigh as he looked at you, his gaze instantly making you nervous. “Is there something going on between you two I should be fucking aware of?” Negan asked quickly and sharply. You quickly shook your head. “It doesn’t look that way from where I am fucking standing…” He said in a low voice.

“Nothing is going on… not that it is any of your business if there was.” You respond sharply setting the basket that was growing heavy in your arms on a nearby chair. As you turn around and place your hands on your hips. “What is it you used to tell us wives… What goes on when you’re not here ain’t your business…” Using his own words against him caused Negan to huff softly as he shook his head.

“Well fucking played.” He conceded as he sat down on the large black couch. “But… since you are the mother of my only child… who you spend your time with. Who my son is around… Is my fucking business now.” Negan leaned back on the couch, his long arms stretched across the back of the couch. “Come here buddy,” Negan called to the toddler who turned around, still a little unsure of Negan. He took a little step forward and held out his fire truck showing it to his father.

“Uck!” Deacon exclaimed as he placed the fire truck in Negan’s lap and patted his father’s knee excitedly. “uck! Uck!” he repeated, each time his little hand made contact with his father’s knee. Negan smirked and leaned forward slightly picking the wooden toy up.

“Truck…” Negan said slowly. “TR…uck” Deacon looked confused and made the same face that you had seen spread across Negan’s face a thousand times, that deep solemn frown. The how dare you tell me I am wrong face. Negan noticed it too and tried to stifle a chuckle. “That face…” He started as he looked up at you with a little smile playing on his lips almost like that tense moment hadn’t happened. “shit, he is my kid… that is more fucking proof that a DNA test…” You nodded slowly as you watched Deacon crawl up on to the couch next to Negan, his little legs kicking frantically as he tried to pull himself up.

Deacon slid back off the couch unable to get up on his own, frustrated he looked up at Negan and demanded “Halp” as he threw his arms up. Negan leaned forward and picked Deacon up helping him get up on the couch next to him. Once up on the couch Deacon reached over and picked up his truck showing it to Negan again. “Uck…” He said with a little smirk and Negan just shook his head as Deacon started to play with the truck quietly.

Standing across the coffee table, leaning back against the chair with your basket of clothes resting on the seat you smiled. “The fire truck made his day…” Negan looked up and smiled softly at your comment.

“Good..” He said simply as he leaned back watching Deacon play next to him out of the corner of his eye for a few seconds before eyeing the basket of clothes in the chair. “See you found clothes…” He was trying to be pleasant, but you could tell that Negan was still somewhat annoyed with the whole exchange with Simon.

“Thank you,” You respond quickly remembering that he always liked to be thanked for his ‘kindness’. His gaze was fixed on you as you stood wringing you hands nervously, unsure of what your place in this moment was.

Negan’s tongue darted across his lips, something that you didn’t think would still send a delightful tingle down your spine but, it did. He motioned for you to sit and without him needing to utter a sound you picked the basket up, set it on the floor and sat down in the chair. All in one quick movement, your eyes wide and darting between Negan and your son. Letting a out barely audible huff Negan settled back in on the corner of the couch. “You look little red riding hood trapped in a room with the big bad wolf..” He said with a tone of dark humor in his voice.

You scoff softly and suppress the intense urge to roll your eyes. “Isn’t that your thing though… Negan is the big bad… so give me half your shit and fall the fuck in line.” Negan almost looked surprised at your defiant tone, but you had heard the workers talk. You had few friends left beyond Mary, but you listened to all the conversations people had. The workers feared Negan, with more than enough reason. “If that is not the persona that you want to put out there you need reevaluate how you handle shit…” You swallow hard knowing that what you had just said more than likely hit a nerve with the father of your child but after all this time you needed to get it off your chest.

Negan gave a shrug and a little laugh. “Well it’s not a bad reputation to have…” He mused tilting his head to the side and raising an eyebrow as you shook your head disagreeing with him.

“It is the worst kind to have. Yeah people fear you but that rarely works out well long term if my memory of history class serves me well.” Bringing your hand to your face you pinch the bridge of your nose and take a deep breath. “You said you wanted to know if anything was going on between me and Simon…which there isn’t…” you start slowly, “because you wanted know who you son was around.” Letting out a heavy sigh as your pull your hand away and stare Negan straight in the eyes. “Maybe look in the mirror and look at the type of man that wants to try and come in and start dictating how I raise my son…” Deacon looked up from his play and straight at you as he heard the tone in your voice grow with anger. It was something he rarely heard from you.

Negan went to speak but this time you put your hand up. “No, fuck no…” You said frustrated. “I am trying to raise a good kid. With some kindness in his heart in this fucked up work… and Simon was kind to me, kind to you son today… so I was kind to him and what you got jealous or some shit…” You put your hands up as you shake your head completely frustrated with Negan in that moment. “Which if you are jealous then that’s your problem because if you taking care of your son comes with trappings of being your wife again then just forget about us… really because I can’t live like that.” You sunk back into the chair and covered your face with your hands not wanting to see Negan’s reaction.

You guessed he was going to be angry but when there was a long silence and you heard Negan stand up from the couch. His boots hitting the concrete floor as he walked over and pulled your hands off your face forcing you to look up at him. “You’re right.” He said simply. “You’re not my wife any more…” His hand slipped away from you face as he took a step back and watched as Deacon went back to playing though he would occasionally stop and glance at you. “I fucked that up and I don’t remember how to be quite honest.” He turned back to you and held out his hand. “I am not asking you to give me a second chance with you, but let me have a chance with my son…” You couldn’t argue with his point, Deacon needed a father and he was lucky enough to still have his around.

Taking his hand you give him a little nod, “I will do my best.” You say with a small smile and Negan gave you a little nod as his large, rough hand slipped from yours.

“Well that’s a fucking start.” Negan said with a little laugh before joining Deacon on the couch. You watched from afar as Negan joined his son in playing with the fire truck. Negan made promises of more toys for him to play with in the morning and that made Deacon the happiest that you had ever seen him. Nothing but laughter and joy came from your son’s lips that evening while he played with his father.

Negan had dinner brought in for the three of your, it was quite and pleasant as far as meals go. Deacon sat between you and Negan doing his best to get the spaghetti into his mouth with is fork but before you had a chance to help him Negan had already leaned in and switched his fork out for a spoon. He really is a good dad, why couldn’t he be a shit dad. One that really didn’t take the fucking time… It was such a storm of conflicting emotions in your mind all through the night.

After dinner Negan suggested watching a movie with Deacon and when you told him Deacon had never seen a movie or even tv Negan proclaimed “Well it’s about time, and it’s a first I can be there for..” He pulled out a dvd copy of the old Disney animations version of Robin Hood and placed it in the dvd player as he turned on the tv. Deacon was playing with his beloved fire truck on the floor near the couch and one the menu popped up Negan turned around and scooped the little boy up. “Come on buddy, we are gonna watch a movie…” He said with a cheerful tone in his voice as he set Deacon down on the couch and joined him. “Come on (y/n)… let’s play happy fucking family…”

“Alright..” You say softly as you pile the dinner plates together and brush your hands off on your jeans. Slowly you walked over to the couch and sat down next to Deacon. Negan’s arm rested along the back of the couch, his finger tips brushing against the back of your neck as you settled in as the movie started.

Neither one of you said much during the movie, you both were transfixed on Deacon’s wide eyed and enthusiastic expressions as he watched the first parts of the movie. Nearly 30 minutes into the film though you watched as your little boy hunkered in next to his father. Deacon let out a little yawn as he rested his head against Negan’s white cotton t-shirt clad chest as he started to fall to sleep. Negan wrapped his arm around him and kissed the top of his head. It was such a sweet moment that you couldn’t help but smile watching it unfold.

Once Deacon was fast asleep you looked over at Negan, who for the first time was holding his sleeping son in his arms, and he looked so at peace. “I’m glad he seems to have taken to you so well…” You say softly as you lean back against the opposite arm of the couch from Negan.

He smiled softly and let out a hushed chuckle. “I was worried to be quite fucking honest,” You didn’t want to admit it but you had your own fears. “This was more than hoped for…” He said nodding towards the sleeping boy in his arms.

The smile on your lips grows. “Deacon is a cuddle bug.” Negan smirked as you scooted closer so you wouldn’t have to speak so loudly. “When he was a baby, I couldn’t put him down… at all.” You leaned down and placed a kiss on your sleeping son’s cheek before sitting back up. “Everywhere I went I carried him in this sling Mama Mary made me out of some curtains or something… but he was a fussy baby, worried me a lot.”

“Mama Mary?” Negan asked softly raising an eyebrow.

“Mary, the little old lady that keeps track of the clothing… she used to have a dress shop about 15 minutes from here..” You explain and as you mention the dress shop there was something that rattled free and Negan seemed to recall who you were referring to.

“Her shop had some nursery rhyme type fucking name right?” He asked obviously recalling a long forgotten memory. You nod a little.

“Mary’s Garden..” You said softly and Negan gave a firm nod in return.

“My wife got her bridesmaids dresses there… they were fucking hideous, well so were the bridesmaids.” He said with a dark laugh and you couldn’t help but chuckle. It was rare that Negan spoke of his wife, Lucille, you only know only knew her name because he would moan it when he was fucking you and then apologize always saying you look like her.. his voice rang out in your mind.

Shaking you head a little from your own memories you reached out and touched Deacon’s back. “I really should get him into bed,” You went to pick him but Negan shook his head.

“Please…” He asked almost begging and you gave him a silent nod of approval. He smiled back to you softly. “I hope you don’t mind… but I did have some of the guys set up a better room for you and Deacon…”

You let out a half chuckle half sigh as you stood up pick up Deacon’s fire truck and walking over the basket full of clothes still sitting undisturbed on the floor next to the chair. “And you had them bring our things up…” You finished looked back as Negan stood up, Deacon’s head resting on his shoulder as his father carried him.

“You know me so well darlin’… are you sure you don’t want to give this marriage thing another go?” He said in a joking tone but still you rolled your eyes and shook your head as you went to open the door. “Give me time… I’ll work some magic on ya yet..” He teases walking through the door first leading the way.

“Get in line..” You quip back as you close the door slowly making sure not to let it slam and wake your sleeping son. Negan chuckled at your comment causing Deacon to stir and you instinctively shh him.

“Did you just fucking shh me?” Negan asked softly with another chuckle which made Deacon stir again.

Your eyes grew wide as you stood with Deacon’s fire truck tucked under one arm and the basket, growing heavy, in the other. “Can save the arguments for after you showed us where we live now please…before he wakes up.” You nod with you head towards Deacon.

Negan nods and starts walking down the hall to a room only a few doors down from his. “I know it’s close, but it was one of the few open rooms with enough space…” Negan explain as you went to open the door. Negan flipped the light switch and let out a small sigh of relief when he saw it was good order.

It was a decent sized room, with another room attached off to the side. “You have your own space…” Negan said as he set Deacon down in the crib located just outside the door that led into your bed room. Everything was set up like a little home. It was better than you could have ever hoped for. There was a small kitchen, a fridge, even a few toys already in a toy box near the crib where your son now slept. “I left the finer points of decoration up to you but the basics are here… there should be food in the fridge.” Negan explained as you stood with the basket in your arms in awe of it all.

“Thank you, this is really lovely Negan..” you said softly setting the basket on a small end table. It wasn’t anything fancy by old world standards but it was a vast improvement than where you lived before.

Negan looked at you and smiled softly as he walked back over to the crib where Deacon slept and ran his hand along his son’s cheek. “It’s nothing.” He said softly as he turned around and walked back towards you. He placed a gentle hand on your shoulder as he began to speak once more. “Just worry about taking care of him, he is all that matters now.” Negan’s words tugged at your heartstrings and made your cheeks flush slightly.

Taking a deep breath he leaned in and gave you a nervous peck on the cheek. “Goodnight, (y/n).”

The feeling of his lips against the soft skin of your cheek was something you have never felt before. Even during his late night visit he rarely kissed your lips and nothing so tender as a peck to the cheek. You could feel your cheeks flush slightly as he moved towards the door. “Goodnight, Negan… see you in the morning.” You wave a little nervously as he walks out the door closing it as quietly as he possibly could on his way out.

Letting out a heavy sigh you mumbled, “What a fucking day..” As you picked up the basket of clothes off the end table and walked into your bedroom. It had a rare Queen sized bed, dressers and even a small vanity. Which made you chuckle. “This was better than my room as his wife… thanks bubba..” you giggled setting the basket on the dresser.

Pulling one of the drawers open you find a light blue summer night dress neatly folded laying alone in the drawer like someone had placed it there for you to find. Picking it up you felt the soft silk against you skin. Pulling off you dirty tank top and pushing your jeans down as you kicked of you boots you pulled the silk night dress over your now naked frame. It had been since you were Negan’s wife that you felt silk against your skin and you hated to admit the fact that you missed it.

There was a soft knock on the door to the main room. Looking around you had hoped whomever left you the night gown also thought to leave you a robe. Pulling back the door to the bedroom as the second soft knock echoed through the rooms, you found a deep navy bath robe and slipped it on. As you walked to open the door you quickly tied it shut. “Who the fuck could it be now…” You mummer as you turn the door knob and pull open the door.

Standing before you, leaning against the door frame holding a bottle of rum in one hand and two glasses in the other was Simon, with small smirk playing on his lips. “Fancy a drink?” He said wiggling the bottle of rum in his hand and after the day you had, you could really use a stiff drink. You usher him in and he smiled like the cat the got the canary as he walked trough the door. “Now I am gin man personally… but I will make an exception for a good rum and a little birdie…”

“Mary…” You quickly pointed out knowing that no one else would know that kind of information about you.

“Yes Mary…” He said with quite chuckle. “Told me rum is your favorite…and you while beautiful, look like a woman who needs a drink… and maybe a good fuck?” He said with a laugh to mask the more than likely serious offer of sex. It made you laugh and you grabbed his arm and started to pull him towards the bedroom making him get a little excited. “Well fuck… I was joking sweetheart but if you really want to, I will make that sacrifice…” His dark eyes roamed up and down your bathrobe covered frame and you just shook your head as you pulled him into the bedroom and pushed the door almost shut.

“Deacon is asleep…” You said sharply as Simon set the two glasses on the dresser and poured you both a drink.

“Sorry… got my fucking hopes up a little bit there…” He said in a kind tone as he handed you your drink. “To getting a life you deserve…” He said as he lifted his glass. You raised yours to meet his and touched the two glasses together before you downed the entire glass in one swig causing Simon to chuckle. “Oh where have you been all my life.”

“Five miles down the road from here…” You said with a little laugh. Simon made you laugh, more than Negan ever did. His eyes lit up as you chuckled at his jokes that night. There was nothing but a few drinks and Simon trying to lighten the mood for you both. After 3 drinks you both sat on the end of your bed.

Empty glass in hand and you turned to Simon let you a long sigh. The alcohol had made you bold enough to ask him something you had wanted to know all day and you had hoped that Simon being more than a few drinks in would answer you. “Simon…” You started slowly.

“Yes my darling girl..” He said with a flirtatious smirk.

“What happened today… when you came in with Gavin?” You asked softly almost a little nervous to learn the answer.

Simon groaned and fell back on to your bed. He brought his hands to his face as he spoke. “They slaughtered them all… all gone darling… killed…wiped the fuck out…” You turned around and laid down on the bed on your stomach and looked at him with a worried look painted across your face.

“What you mean Simon?” You ask nervously as you pick up on of his hands from his face so he could look at you when he finally answered.

“Some group attacked us… killed our people…” The words scared you in a way out didn’t know you could be afraid as your processed what that meant. You had always figured it was a matter of time before something happened, Negan pissed off the wrong people and there would be causalities. Simon could see the panic growing on your face and reached out, wrapping his arms around you, pulling you close to him. “Don’t you fucking worry darlin’…” He said softly looked down at you, his eyes slightly glazed from the alcohol. “I am never…ever gonna let these fuckers hurt you or that baby… I’ll kill them all, one by fucking one before they even get a chance to have an idea..” His tone was low and dark but in that moment, in the low light, late at night. The idea that Simon would kill to keep you and Deacon safe seemed the most romantic thing anyone could have said to you in that moment. You wrapped your arms around Simon and just smiled softly against his chest.

You didn’t say anything more, you didn’t do anything more, but that night you and Simon feel asleep in each other’s arms. It was the first time in as long as you can remember when you didn’t go to bed afraid of what would happen in the night.

Shadows – Poe/Reader – Oneshot

On December 16, 2018December 16, 2018 By deathvalleyqueen666In fanfiction, finished, Poe/Reader, reader insert, star warsLeave a comment

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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…”

Imagine Being Negan’s Favorite Wife and getting into a fight with one of the other wives and Negan comes in and breaks it up

On December 15, 2018December 15, 2018 By deathvalleyqueen666In fanfiction, Negan/Favorite!Wife, reader insert, The Walking DeadLeave a comment

Being Negan’s favorite wife could be problematic at times, though you always told yourself that his love and devotion to you above all else was well worth whatever little headaches it would cause. The most common issue that would arise was that the other wives were unhappy for some reason or another. Unlike you, who married Negan out of love, most of the women felt forced into marrying him. Though you knew your husband would never force a woman to do anything they didn’t want to.

The latest upheaval amongst the wives was caused by the disappearance of Sherry, a sister wife you were never quite fond of. Not that you were all that fond of any woman who had shared your husband in the way they did. There were hushed conversations going on as you walked into the parlor where all of Negan’s wives would gather throughout the day. One by one as the other women noticed you enter the conversations seem to quickly end and soon all the women are in silence, looking up at you with a certain amount of fear in their eyes.

You give a cool, calm, almost devious smile as your lips part, “Well, don’t stop your conversations on my behalf…” Your voice is filled with confidence, so much so that it bordered on arrogance but you were his wife, he loved you, you wore Lucille’s wedding ring, he picked you before he even met most of the women before you. That confidence was well earned.

As you walk towards your favorite chair, the one that sat next to the chair that Negan always sat in when he visited the wives, you noticed the glares you were getting from one wife in particular. She was newer than most of the other wives, she had only been one of the wives for a month..perhaps two… you never really kept track of how long they had been around because you knew they didn’t really matter to him, not like you did. The new wife looked scared, not of you but of what your husband was going to do to the rest of them for Sherry’s transgression. You brush your thoughts about her aside as you walk past her taking the last few steps towards your chair.

There was a dark haired woman sitting in but without a single sound escaping your ruby red lips, she stands up allowing you to take your rightful position. The new wife looks over her shoulder nervously at you, she leans over to one of the blonde ones who is sitting next to her and whispers something before standing up and making her way towards you.

You look up at her as she stands before you, her arms crossed in front of her chest. “(y/n) you have to make sure Negan doesn’t punish us for Sherry leaving.” The young woman’s tone was demanding.

You tut softly as your shake your head, “I don’t have to do anything for you.” You say curtly. You couldn’t believe the audacity of the young woman to think that you could make your husband do anything. He loved you dearly, he listened to your advice but he made up his own mind. This girl should have known that by now. “All I have to do is be a good, faithful wife to my husband…” You add as you lean back in the chair.

The girl looks frustrated by your answer and angered by it as well. “You are the only person he would listen to… please… most of us are trapped..”

“Trapped…” You laugh, that was rich. “Trapped… you ALL made your choice to marry my husband to save your own hides and have Negan take care of you and your families… which he has. You made your own bed, you are going to have to fucking lay in it.” There were times where you were still incredibly bitter about having to the share the man that you loved so dearly with nearly a dozen other women. They didn’t have the same type of relationship that you two shared but that didn’t matter. Deep down, you were a very jealous woman.

The young wife looked dumbfounded by your retort. “You are so fucking stupid not to see what that man does… he threatens us, when we were workers struggling each and every day.” Her last comment makes you laugh and you stand up getting the other woman’s face.

“Struggling, darling you don’t have the faintest fucking idea of the struggle that you could be facing…” You lean forward, your faces only a few inches apart as you continue in a low and vicious tone. “You want to find out… because if you want to leave, that… that I make happen really fucking quick and then you can see what an ungrateful little bitch you are being.” No sooner do you finish speaking does the young woman’s hand come across your face with a crack as she slaps you.

You are dumbfounded by this at first as you bring your left hand to your cheek, touching the hot red mark when her hand had met your face. As you start to regain your senses you feel a rush of rage serge through your body. “Fucking Bitch…” You scream as you lunge forward knocking the young woman back into an end table as you topple onto of her in a fury. Your hand grips her hair tightly as you tussle with the young wife on the floor trying to bash her face into the concrete. “You stupid fucking whore… I’m gonna fucking kill you.” You screech as you finally manage to slam her head to the floor. Some of the other wives try to come pull you off her and fail as you continue to wail on the woman who had the balls to hit you. “You…don’t…ever…fucking…” you bellowed between blows.

You were causing a lot of commotion and you knew it was only matter of time before it drew attention from your husband’s men, but you were not expecting the doors to fling open and Negan to walk through to seen the scene playing out before him. His ever present weapon, Lucille, came crashing down onto a table near the door with a loud bang. “ENOUGH!” he screamed causing you to instantly halt your assault and look over at the man you loved so much whom was seething with rage.

“(y/n)…” Your husband started as he gazed down at you somewhat surprised when he realized that it was you, his beloved wife… his ‘Queen’… who was taking part in such a absurd display. He shook his head and couldn’t help but laugh knowing the girl likely deserved whatever punishment. “Get off the stupid little girl before you kill her… I am really not in mood to deal with another body today.” His tone was surprisingly soft in the situation and the other wives took note of this as you rolled off the young wife and slowly stood up gazing down at the bloody mess that you had created with a satisfied smirk on your face.

Your husband noticed this. “Pleased with yourself?” He asked cocking his head to the side slightly as he gazed at you, all disheveled from you fight.

“She fucking deserved it baby… I swear… that little bitch fucking hit me first.” You explain as you make your way slowly over to your husband, placing one of your bloody hands on his leather jacket cover chest. You gaze up at him as he looks around at the other wives.

“Is what (y/n) said true ladies?” He asked more for show but it would not have been the first time that you picked a fight with one of the wives. During the first few months of having the first group of wives added you’re your marriage, you had started your fair share fights out of pure jealousy. So part of him wanted to make sure that the promise you made to stop trying to pick a fights was being kept.

The wives nodded and few said yes softly and Negan then looked down at you. “Well then… I guess you were right my Queen.” He said softly as he reached down and touched his large, rough hand to the red mark on your cheek. He looked back at a group of his men who were standing in the door. “Don’t just stand there dipshits… go pick the poor stupid girl up and taking her to the Doc..” He said gesturing with Lucille before wrapping the arm holding the baseball bat around you waist pulling you roughly against him. He leaned in and whispered low in your ear.

“Don’t think just because you were justified in beating the absolute fucking shit out that girl that you will not be punished later..” His words sent a shiver through your body and you drew a sharp breath in knowing that he was going to punish you in the most sinful of ways that night.

“Yes, Sir..” You whisper softly bringing a devious smile to his lips as he began to plan ways he was going to make you beg for him that night.

Future!Negan Greeting his Wife and Daughter in the Gardens

On December 15, 2018December 15, 2018 By deathvalleyqueen666In fanfiction, Negan/Favorite!Wife, reader insert, The Walking DeadLeave a comment

The war was long, bloody and in the end you saw your husband’s empire crumble. You were terrified of the fate that would befall you and Lily when it was all over and Rick had you and your daughter brought to Alexandria. Negan was being held prisoner for his crimes and Rick said that was the only kindness he was going to show your husband, letting him live. You couldn’t go back to the Sanctuary, it would never be safe for you or Lily there again. Rick extended one more kindness, allowing you and Lily to live in Alexandria, with all the safety and protection that came with living there.

It was more than just having a safe place for your daughter, it was also the ability to still see your husband, for Lily to still see her father, even if it was behind bars. The first year in Alexandria was difficult. No one trusted you, no one showed you any real kindness beyond not being cruel to your daughter who surprisingly enough became good friend’s with Rick’s little girl Judith. It was that friendship she shared with the young Grimes girl that eventually softened the community and Rick to your presence.

After nearly 5 years of your husband being fairly confined to his small, dark, cell you manged to convince Rick and Daryl to let Negan spend time with you and your daughter. “Think of it like parole, he has been down there for five years. Lily is almost 7 years old and can count the times she remembers hugging her father on one hand. I know what he did was wrong but he is still my husband and I know he is a good man deep down, please let him be with us so you can see this.” Rick and Daryl looked at each other then back at you.

Rick took a step forward and placed a kind hand on your arm. “(y/n), I want to believe you, I really do but this is Negan we are talking about. People still remember the things he did.” Rick had actually become a very close person to you over the years, he filled a watchful almost protective big brother role than you never quite knew you needed in your life before then. He had only known you without Negan, scared always running to him in those early days begging to go see your husband. In his own was Rick helped break that dependency you had on needing Negan to always protect you, Rick taught you how to protect yourself.

Daryl took a step back and crossed his arms. “I still think we should have killed him, I am sorry to say it, (y/n) I like you and the tiny terror, but this has bad idea written all over it.” Your heart sinks at his words.

“Please, guys… give me one week to show you he will be a model citizen in Alexandria. We won’t bother anyone, you can put him to work any way or place you want.” You pleaded with such great passion that neither man could look you in the eyes. Rick glanced back at Daryl who gave a heavy sigh and slow nod.

Rick turned back to you and smiled softly. “One week… and I swear (y/n) one fucking toe out of line and this is done. He is back in that cell and we never have this discussion again.” You smile brightly and throw your arms around Rick’s neck and kiss his bearded face.

“Thank you so much! I fucking love you!” You were so excited and in truth this was the happiest either man had seen you. You rush over to Daryl who puts his hands up as you are about to throw your arms around him and just leans in and gives you a soft peck on the cheek.

“It’s for the tiny terror… not you… not him… her.” Daryl explained and you smiled brightly at him nevertheless. It didn’t matter to you why he said yes, only that he did. You say a quick goodbye and Rick said he would let you know when they got Negan all situated to be released.

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The next morning there was a soft knock on the front door as you made breakfast. Your little girl, who was now 7, jumped up from the table where she had been sitting reading a book and raced towards the door. You hadn’t told Lily about finally being able to see her father, she was always such a happy child. “I got it Mom!” She hollered as she raced down the hall. You momentarily stop cutting up some fruit and watch as Lily opens the door. It’s Judith with Rick standing behind her. Your heart flutters with excitement, ‘Of course he has Judith come get Lily… she probably insisted upon it more likely.’ You muse softly as you set down the knife on the counter before wiping your hands and joining your daughter at the door.

The girls hug each other tightly as was their custom since they were little more than toddlers. “I got a surprise for you and your mom Lils..” Judith said brightly with a large grin on her face. Neither child really knew the horrors that had happened during the war, all the lives lost. You had told Lily her father had done some bad things and Negan always reiterated the same on their rare visits.

You smile up at Rick and nod down to the girls. Rick shrugs. “She wouldn’t let me come by myself…” You chuckle softly as you shake your head noticing Judith starting to pull Lily out the front door.

“Hey… hold up girls. Lily, get your shoes on please.” You say in your ‘mom voice’ that has become more and more your regular voice over the last few years. Lily was a headstrong and stubborn child. On more than one occasion you cursed the fact that Negan was her father because she possessed so much of his willfulness and worst of all she had her father’s charm. There was a reason the Daryl called her ‘the tiny terror’ a nickname that even her father took a small amount of delight in when you told him.

Lily huffed as she plopped to the floor and scooted over slipping her canvas tennis shoes on over her bare feet. “No socks?” Rick said raising an eyebrow at your daughter.

“No time Uncle Rick… no time.” The young girl said with a tone of great seriousness in her voice that made both you and Rick chuckle. No sooner were her shoes on then the girls were out the door, hand in hand, Judith leading the way at a furious pace.

Rick gestured for you to follow and you slipped on a pair of flip flops and closed the front door of your home as you both joined the girls at much more leisurely pace. “She won’t know what to do with herself…” You confide softly. “She was barely a baby when everything happened.”

“It’s better that way, she won’t ever have to know.” Rick and you shared a soft smile as you continued to walk. You knew what he was doing was not something he wanted to do but it was the right thing, the thing that Carl would have done.

As you approach the garden you spot Negan right away, leaning down his hands in the earth. You can’t help but smile seeing him do something that a few years earlier you would have seen as so below your husband. He barely looked like the man who once controlled a small empire. Then again you looked nothing like the woman you were either.

You heart raced as you looked down at the pale blue sundress you were wearing, so different from the tight black dresses of your old life. Then you glance up and your husband wearing a simple plaid shirt over a white t-shirt and a well warn pair of jeans and how you looked suddenly didn’t matter. You’re eyes were fixed on your daughter as she stopped in her tracks, letting go of her best friend’s hand at the sight of her father.

Her little hands covered her mouth as it hung open and tears began to fall. “Daddy?” She asked softly, her voice muffled through her hands. Judith wrapped her arms around her best friend with a big smile on her face. Negan looked up from his work and smiled brightly at his daughter. “Daddy!” Lily screamed with joy as she practically pushed Judith off of her and raced towards her father tears still streaming down her face as she leapt into his waiting arms.

You had only seen Negan smile as brightly as he was as he held your not so little girl in his arms for the first time in five years, the very first time you placed her in his arms. “Well hello to you too princess,” he greeted her as he gave her a kiss on the cheek.

“Is this real daddy?” Lily asked softly in his arms and Negan gave a nod. Lily wrapped her arm’s tightly around her father’s neck, never wanting to let go of him again. “I am so happy I finally have my daddy..” she cried happily as her father kissed her tear stained cheeks.

“Me too sweetheart,” He glanced up to finally see you standing at the end of the row. Your eyes meet and your heart begins to race, suddenly it was like all the time you were kept apart melted away. Negan kissed the top of Lily’s head as he set her down.

“Where are you going daddy?” Lily asked looking up at him wide eyed.

Negan smirked down at her and leaned down as if he was telling her a great secret. “I can’t not go say hello to your mother… right?” He asked and Lily gave an enthusiastic nod.

Parts of you wanted to race right into his arms and just feel his arms around you, but there was another part that was still so nervous that you stood frozen in disbelief as he walked towards you. Rick walked towards the girls giving you some modicum of privacy, even though there was a small crowd starting to gather to see if the whispers really were true.

Negan didn’t say as word as he finally closed the gap between you, he only reached out taking you face in his hands. “(y/n),” he whispered softly as he leaned his forehead against yours, your hands shakily find their way to his face, now covered with a thick salt and pepper beard. “My beautiful, strong, wife…” Negan leaned into your tentative touch as he leaned in and captured your lips with his. It had felt like a life time since you had felt the feel of his lips on your own. It was like a vivid dream more than it felt like reality in that moment. His hands trailed from your face, entangling in your hair as he pulled you deeper into the kiss you both had dreamt about for 5 long years.

You gently stroke his bearded cheek as her pulls back and you smile. “I fucking missed you so much.” You say, you voice shaking from the pure emotion surging through your veins. Negan pulled you in a tight hug, you arms wrapped tightly around his chest as you softly sobbed into his chest. “Don’t you ever fucking think about putting me thought this hell ever the fuck again. I can’t do it..” Negan hushed you as he shifted his weight rocking you back and forth slightly.

“Never, never the fuck again my Queen.” He said adamantly as your eyes locked on each other. “All that matters is my girls… nothing else. I will do anything to have my girls back…”

Lily came running over to you both and wedged herself into the hug causing you and Negan to both chuckle softly. “Yes Princess?” Negan said smoothing her wild curls.

“Uncle Rick…” Lily started which in return made Negan look at you with a great deal of disbelief before he mouthed the words ‘Uncle Rick’ to you a little shocked and you just shrugged. He then mouthed ‘We are talking about this later’ to you before turning back to Lily who had still been talking. “Invited me to go fishing with him and Judith, I said I had to ask my mom and Dad “ She said ‘dad’ with such a huge grin on her little face. “first… but Uncle Rick..” Negan shuttered again at the sound of his daughter referring to the man that imprisoned him for the last five years as ‘Uncle’. “said that you and mom would probably want alone time… which I think means dad is gonna do ya right.. that’s so what Enid told me.” She said with a silly little girl not really knowing what she really meant by the phrase.

“Hold the fuck up cupcake… what did you just say” Negan said fairly shocked. “I could momentarily over look the whole ‘Uncle Rick’ thing… but eh eh, you are too little to be even guessing at that the fuck you just said.” Negan leaned down and looked your daughter square in the eyes. “Listen… you don’t need to know what adult alone time is till you are thirty.” He kissed her forehead and ruffled her unruly curls. “But yes… go fishing with Uncle Prick..” You give him a wide eyed stare and kick his shin angered with his little slip up. “Fuck… Uncle RICK … damn it woman it’s bad enough she calls him Uncle sorry if old habits die hard but he has kept me locked in a cell for five years my dear, my darling wife” Lily giggled watching your exchange.

“Rick has been very kind… and he cares a great deal about our daughter… so shut it.” You say sternly in the same tone you take when you are giving Lily a stern talking to about the latest trouble she had managed to get herself in with Judith.

Negan smirked at your stern voice never having heard you take that aggressive tone with him before. “Yes ma’am.” He said with slightly devious smirk that just made you shake your head. Something will never change. You muse.

You turn down to your daughter, “Lily remember to be on your best behavior, be polite and make sure to thank Rick and Michonne for being nice enough to include you.” Lily nods and you glance up at Negan who is trying not to smile so much watching you be a mother to the child you shared. He missed so much of these moments that each little thing you did just reminded him how lucky he was. Which Rick had really beat into him the night before, not literally but it was close enough.

“Yes mama,” Lily said softly.

“And make sure you stay close to the grown ups, cupcake. I know you probably know a lot about the world out there baby but it’s still very dangerous.” Negan added reaching down and patting her cheek.

“I know daddy, I promise.” Lily wrapped her arms around your husband’s arm tightly and Negan leaned down and kissed the top of her head.

“Just be safe ok, I just got my girls back.” He pulled you both into a tight hug. Lily started to squirm having enough of this family bonding moment, she was ready to go be a normal little kid playing with her friend.

You and Negan goodbye to Lily one more time with hugs, kisses and several more reminders from you to be on her best behavior which made your husband continually having to stifle chuckles at the notion that your daughter was a mischievous little thing. One Lily was safely off with Rick and Judith to meet up with Michonne. Negan slung his arm around your shoulder and looked at the rebuilt Alexandria. “Which one of these Mc Mansions is our little corner of suburban heaven?” Negan grinned broadly as you leaned into him relishing in the feeling of his strong arms around you once more.

“It’s down the little street by the church..” You say pointing in the general direction of your home. “It was one of the few homes not completely ruined by the fires…” You say glaring at your husband’s face drops a little.

“They are never going to let me live any of it down?” He asks softly showing a rare venerable side. You lean into him and sigh softly.

“It’s been a long enough road for them to accept me. Some of them still don’t care for me much but only put up with me because Lily is such a charming girl. Everyone adores her here.” You take his hand and start to walk with him towards the sidewalk to take him to show him the home he had never step foot in. You thought back to the first time that you walked this street with your husband, many years ago not long after giving birth to your daughter. “Do you remember when you brought me here?” You ask looking up at your husband with a little grin dancing on your lips.

He smirked and nodded. “I do my love, I do indeed.”

“You walked me down this street.” You picked his arm up and draped it over your shoulder which made him laugh. “I was about 2 inches taller then… you know heels and all..” you said with a little laugh and Negan paused and leaned down, kissing you deeply.

As he pulled back he smirked “You are still just as beautiful… maybe more.” You laugh softly and shake your head as you urge him to continue walking.

“That may be true… but you told me this place is the type of place you raise a kid. You talked about how we needed a house in the suburbs for the baby, so we could grow our family the right way.” Your face had a look of great sadness spread across it at the thought of the lost years with your family, there were many time that you told Rick that killing Negan would have been kinder to all three of you. Though now you knew that wasn’t the case.

Negan kissed the top of your head. “It obviously has been, the squirt is beautiful…”

“She is a god damn handful Negan.” You cut him off bursting his bubble about his perfect daughter. “She is a good kid babe, but she is wild. She needs her father. To be quite honest I needed you out more to help with Lily than I needed you for myself…” Your voice cracks softly as you speak the frustration of being a married-single mother for the last five years starting to show as your inched closer to your door.

As you both climbed the steps the home you were going to share Negan stopped you as you went to open the door. “Listen to me, (y/n), Daddy is home… it’s time for my Queen…to take a break.” You shook your head and laughed as you pushed open the door. Before you had a chance to step over the threshold Negan put a hand on your shoulder. “You know… we never had a home really before. So I never bothered to do this, but it’s about fucking time I did.” He scooped you up in his arms as your let out a roar of laughter.

“If you throw out your fucking back…” You start through your laughter.

“Oh I know my wife did not just call me old. I know that shit did not happen.” He joked as he carried you across the threshold and into your home. You had spent a lot of time making it a home. As Negan set you down you noticed him stopping to admire the home you made. Photos were rare, but there was one of Lily when she was just three years old sitting in a front of a rose bush that he had noticed on the way up the steps to the house. He took a few steps over the picture and looked at it for a solid minute in silence before finally he spoke. “I missed so much, really how well does she ever know me…”

You shake your head and beckon for him to follow you as you walk up the stairs towards the bedrooms on the second floor. “Oh, she knows her daddy…” you say as you push open Lily’s bedroom door. Negan joins you and see’s his old leather jacket laying across the foot of his daughter’s soft blue bed spread. “Rick gave me that about a month after we came here, I was so upset, so lost. I just missed you so much. He didn’t know if it would help but he knew how important it was for a child to have something to remind them of a loved one who may not be there any more.” You pause and turn to your husband. “So Rick told me about Carl’s hat… the one Judith has now.”

Negan let out a heavy sigh thinking about the young man who died before his time. “Fucking shame, still rips me up the kid was taken out by a god damn bitter…”

“Yeah, Carl deserved so much better. He was a good kid.” You let you a heavy sigh as you continue. “Lily was still so little at the time but when I was sad or lonely, missing you… I would sit with her in my lap and tell her stories about how you built a kingdom to protect me, how you saved me so early on from a heard of biters.” You reach out and touch his face. “How her daddy was strong and brave, how he loved her, his little princess so much that he went to war when he thought someone was going to possibly cause her harm..” You look up at him through your long lashes and smile a slightly sad smile. “She knows the man I saw, the man I know you are. She knows you did bad things because you thought they were right. She loves you, she fucking adores you… you always have been her father..” You reach up and cup his cheek once more looking deep into his eyes. “Please don’t disappoint her again.”

“I won’t.”

She Deserves The World – SOA – Juice x Reader

On December 15, 2018December 15, 2018 By deathvalleyqueen666In fanfiction, finished, juice/reader, reader insert, SOALeave a comment

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.”

It’s A Date – Hux/Reader

On December 12, 2018December 12, 2018 By deathvalleyqueen666In fanfiction, finished, hux/reader, reader insert, star warsLeave a comment

Gif Credit: http://sherrenaz.tumblr.com/post/174248246417 — Gif Credit

**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*
**AO3 LINK**
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

On December 12, 2018December 12, 2018 By deathvalleyqueen666In fanfiction, finished, Poe/Reader, reader insert, star warsLeave a comment

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.

Also on AO3: Here

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

On December 12, 2018December 12, 2018 By deathvalleyqueen666In fanfiction, finished, hux/reader, reader insert, star warsLeave a comment

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.

Darkly Dreaming Imagines

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