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Secrets in the Order

You were new to the rank of General, serving the Order for twelve years, and people could look at you and immediately know you were not cut out for the rank of General. You weren't hardened by being on the Dark Side, you were just scared of leaving it, knowing the Resistance wouldn't except you for your affiliation to the Order. Kylo sensed it, Snoke knew it, somewhere, and yet, they still let you play the role of General.. why?

You go through your routine as normal; making sure no Resistance pilots get anywhere near the Star Destroyer you were in charge of. "General Y\N." You heard a familiar stern voice from behind you, turning you clasp your hands behind your back. "General Hux?" You smile, the façade of being brainwashed by the Order instantly falling at the sight of your only ally. Hux walks towards you, his face as impassive as it normally was. "How is the plan?" He glances at you. "As good at is it can, I believe. What about yours?" It was so difficult to be in his presence, as it made it difficult to breathe and even more difficult to speak. "Very well." He replies simply, gazing out into Space with his hands clasped tightly behind him, posture straight.

"Do you think neither Ren or Snoke suspect anything?" You peer up at the red-haired General, and his face seems to falter, the corner of his mouth twitching. "Not as long as we stick to the plan." He says bitterly, as his face regains it's signature hardness. "We could be killed if found out, you know, and that would mean-" You were interrupted by Hux unexpectedly losing his temper. "Yes, I know! It will not come to that, if we STICK to the plan!" You flinch at the volume of his words and simply nod. "I apologize." You say softly, and he either did not hear you or chose to not. He placed a hand to his temple, rubbing it as he thought. "The rogue Stormtrooper and his group of fiendish rebels, do they suspect I am the spy?" You shook your head. "Of course not. How could they?" You had a point there.

Over the course of the next few days, you went on with your routine as you normally did and as Rey waltzed in, as she always did, you were on guard. You crept near and near the scene of Ren and Rey's fight, of Kylo speaking the truths of Rey's heritage and what she must do, once you saw the glimpse of both Finn and Poe skulking into the ship more and more, you followed, as you knew the plan was going great, so far. As Finn and Poe ran into the Stormtroopers and were caught, sentenced to execution and Hux instructed he do it, only to turn and shoot the Stormtroopers, you came out of hiding. "Woah, woah, what is this?" Finn asked, placing his hands at his sides. "I'm the spy." Hux confesses to the pair and Poe's jaw drops. "You? The ginger? Why?" You gaze at Hux to see his nose scrunch in disgust at being called such a vulgar name. "Because... I've never been on board with Ren, or his pitiful beliefs.. It's pathetic to see someone so undeserving get so close to someone so powerful." Finn looks at Hux, his gaze slightly wavering. "Well, what do you want then?" Hux scoffs. "Isn't it obvious? I need Kylo Ren to lose! I don't care if you win." Poe looks at you. "That your partner?" Hux nods, not bothering to glare at you. Finn nods. "Okay... let's go get Rey." They race past the two of you. "Wait!" Hux commands, Finn stops. "What?" He asks, sounding sort of annoyed. "Blast me in my arm, now. So it doesn't look suspicious." He says, pointing to his left arm and Finn sighs, pulling out his blaster and aiming it at Hux's arm, only to shoot his leg instead.

Gasping softly, you catch Hux before he falls to the floor, and stare after Finn and Poe, glaring daggers at their backs, and aiding your allay. "There is a chance they do not believe me." Hux tells you as you bandage his leg and gift him a walking stick. "Don't say that." You say firmly, not wanting to even think of the thought of losing him, as you both have dreamt of this since you joined the First Order. You followed behind as Hux limped into the room to address General Pryde of Finn and Poe's escape. "They shot me down, General... and escaped." Hux said with a note of repliced disdain in his words. General Pryde rolls his eyes and strides over to a Stormtrooper, takes their blaster, turns to Hux and your eyes widen. In a few seconds time, you try to stop the attempt by saying something that would surely catch them off guard.

"There goes Ren!" You exclaim, knowing well it was a lie, but nonetheless, you were riding everything on the unlikely fact that General Pryde would turn over, if it was even that important to him, and potentially spare Hux's life. Your heart sank when he didn't even flinch and fired, striking Hux's chest immediately. Time stopped, and tears quickly pooled in your eyes and ran down your cheeks at the sight, this man, whom you have known for six of the twelve years you have worked for the Order. A gasp falling from your lips as you see Hux crash into the floor and Pryde and everyone in the room just leave.

You run toward Hux's nearly lifeless body on the floor and the only sound in the room was his labored breathing. You grabbed the back of his head and supported it so you could look into his eyes. "I-I'm so sorry." You sobbed. Hux's pearly and dazed blue eyes swept yours with a new presence, something of affection and tenderness. "I...love you, Y\N." He spoke raspily. That sentence sent chills threw your body and tears poured furiously down your cheeks from your eyes and you hugged him as tightly as possible. His hand rested in yours as his breath disappeared and eyes glazed, he was dead.

Days and weeks passed and you continued to help the Resistance for the downfall of the First Order, eventually, with it's fall you could rest peacefully.

To hear that Matthew died, hurt my heart. Not just my heart but myself, meaning I couldn't help myself from rewatching Friends. I've always been specifically fond of Matt and his characters... he was a gift, what can I say? Alas, he's dead.... I miss you, Matt.

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Reading With Them Scenarios!

Anakin Skywalker: On those days when the Temple seemed to forget him and when he forgot about the duties of the Jedi, his mind was submerged in you. He would wake up beside you, spooning you impossibly close to his toned, cozy chest, and his lips would trail clumsy kisses to your earblobe. His breath hitting your neck as he asked in that raspy, morning tone what your plans would be. Your hands would find his golden locks and tangle your hands in them as you hum. "I need to catch up on my book, Ani.." Anakin leans in, his lips capturing your own in that lazy, affectionate kiss that you found yourself melting into. "Mm, 'course sweetness.." He pulled the covers off of you both, cradling you like a child as he got off the bed, you in his arms bridal style. Anakin brings you to the living room couch, setting you on his lap as he secures his mechanical arm over your waist, his face in your neck. "You forgot my book, Ani." You laugh and he smirks at you, raising his hand to the tableside where your book lay and using the Force, to bring it to rest in your lap. You roll your eyes at his showing off and begin reading, murmuring the words so he can hear as well. 

Kylo Ren: He was barely one for reading, he found it quite annoying. He had matters to deal with; a master who used him, a snarky ginger and a group of people both running to and from him. Multiple headaches and you were the respite from his exhaustion. Once he turned in, there you were, as welcoming as his bed but as alluring as a mystery. Especially when his eyes can rest on your current activity. You were reading, and he could see that you were right beside the characters in the story, and definitely did not hear the door open. Kylo takes a moment to appreciate how attractive you were. It made him feel a combination of embarrassment, but also affection. He didn't care about how he seemed like a lovesick teenager instead of a commander of a ship, he cared about the warmth of your body, the sound of your slow breath and the touch of your love that soothed his soul. He sat beside you, and rested his head on your shoulder and closed his eyes. Of course this brought you down to reality, so as you moved a hand to rest over his shoulder you hand him his own book, and he opens it without so much as a word.

Obi-Wan Kenobi: Obi Wan adored reading, and he knew you did as well. It was sort of your own little couple thing, curling up cozy beside each other and quietly reading the day away. Occasionally getting up for restroom breaks or perhaps a fresh cup of warm tea. Words didn't need to be spoken, just the quality time with you spoke volumes. Obi sometimes believed that Jedi duties could never compare to you. His duty to you was far more encompassing than any other, alas, he still continued with his duties, because it still meant something, but he yearns for those cozy days on the sofa, the serenity of comfortable silence and the fuzzy feeling you expel just by proximity.

First Date Scenarios!

Kylo Ren: Despite everything you think, Kylo Ren is a romantic. Maybe not a complete romantic, but he finds himself attracted like a magnet to wine and deep conversations. Once he sat down, at the very console that commandeered his ship, run by tech savvy officers, his gaze lingered on you, intensely. Sure, he made no real effort to dress up in a tuxedo or anything, but he was drawn to how you dressed yourself. It accentuated features about you he overlooked.

He thought you were beautiful in your most bare form, however, it seems like you radiated in this dimly lit room, and you were unaware of how he had to force himself not to stare at you. "So, Y\N. Let's start with your favorite food?" Kylo spoke out, his voice soft like a whisper but curious as a cat. Your eyes met his, sipping your wine slowly. The interest he had in yours burned almost as bright as your own.

You go on to tell him your favorite foods, colors, movies, shows and whatever else comes to either of your heads, and he shares the same. You two chat for hours, the wine bottle drains quickly and it's like you both are insatiable, it is only when one of his Admirals pops in to tell him that it is past midnight and his presence is needed somewhere else that Ren is forced out of the conversation to realize the time is way past midnight. He turned to you and walked with you a bit.

"Tonight was fun. Can we do it again, if you don't mind?" He expresses as he stops in front of you. "I really enjoyed speaking to you." You beam at him, nonverbally communicating you agreed it was a great time. Almost fictional. "Yes, of course!" Kylo donned a little smile, before you walked over to him and planted a sweet kiss to his cheek, fleeting but even after you pulled away, he could feel your soft lips on his skin. It caused his skin to heat up, and a blush to sneak up and attack his cheek and neck. You chuckle at him and tease him about it before he ultimately had to leave. His gaze was soft when he began walking to where he was needed, and directed to the floor. He felt like a schoolboy.

Anakin Skywalker: Anakin had so much planned for this date. He was determined to indulge the soft side of himself and planned a walk to a special place. He came by to pick you up in his speeder, the sky bleeding into ethereal shades of orange, pink and hints of purple as a deep shade of midnight blue planted traces of its color on the horizon, threatening to overtake the sky in time. "Hey, angel. Ready for a ride?" He asks, that grin, borderline cocky that always made you laugh because of how stupidly beautiful it was, captivating your attention before his words.

You couldn't ever deny yourself the butterflies that fluttered around wildly in your stomach at those soft and damn near seductive nicknames he had for you, they managed to make your knees weak everytime. "Obviously." You snicker, getting in. Anakin glances down at your clothing, he likes how well you pick out your outfits. It was one of the first things that enticed his fascination to about you, initially. "So... where are we going, Ani?" You inquire and he smirks. "For a little walk, princess."

As you got to Anakin's house, you were a bit perplexed. "Why are we-" Before you could finish, Anakin shushed you and went over to you, helping you get out. You both walked around a bit, and Anakin asked you questions about yourself, and vice versa. You found yourself smiling and laughing a lot, and he told a lot of stories about his Jedi life. It genuinely interested you what that life holds, and what could drive a man like Anakin, talented, charismatic and shamelessly gorgeous to chose that path. "Because I've always looked up to Jedi and the Jedi Order. My mom and I were slaves, and when Qui-Gon and Master Kenobi showed up, it amplified that admiration. Especially when Qui-Gon told me I had that potential to be what I wanted to be. It's a kid's dream to be like someone they idolize and it's difficult to describe that joy I felt when he told me I could be like him."

You process that for a few minutes, and you both stay in silence as you do. "Close your eyes." Anakin says softly, you look at him for a moment before doing as he said. You can hear his footsteps rushing to do something and then coming back to your side. "There." You open your eyes slowly to find a dazzling display of a version of a Protocol Droid. "What...?" You speak, completely at a loss for words. Anakin laughs, and rolls his eyes playfully.

"For you. He hasn't been activated yet. I made him not too long ago. I can show you how to work him, if you want. But yeah, he's all yours." Your head whips around to Anakin, his arms crossed over his chest in that confident pose. He nods to confirm that he is not lying and the droid is yours. You laugh awkwardly as you approach the droid. Anakin makes a few movements and the Droid turns on. "I am E-5O, Human-Cyborg Relations." You were at a genuine loss for words. But moved to hug Anakin tight to yourself and he hugged back immediately.

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Warmth and Comfort

Obi-Wan was on his mission to Kamino, and you were waiting peacefully for him. He had been gone for a few days, and you, being the faithful Padawan, decided to wait.

You were currently asleep and did not hear the door open to your house. Obi-Wan soundlessly swept past you, chuckling at your figure on the couch. He went to get dressed and out of his wet Jedi robes, once in some more casual clothes, he swept back out to your sleeping frame on the couch. "Couldn't wait just a few more hours, could you?" He chuckled, taking in your beauty. His Padawan, his responsibility, you were always so active and energetic in the day and so peaceful and modest in your sleep.

Obi-Wan caressed your cheek, occasionally ghosting to your hair before stroking it. He leaned forward and placed a longing kiss to your forehead before standing up and picking you up in his arms, carrying you to the bedroom and gently laying you on the bed.

He laid down next to you, protectively wrapping his arms around you and pulling you as close as possible. He buried his face in the crook of your neck, inhaling your scent slowly. The relationship between the two of you behind closed doors was still undefined. Obi-Wan is your master and you, his Padawan. You grew up with high hopes of doing whatever you thought was sure to be fun and something good.

You were offered the position of Jedi when Obi-Wan insisted to train both you and Anakin, at Qui-Gon's words. At first, he expected it to be hell, but gradually, you and Ani grew on him. He had actually come to love you, and here you were, ten years later. Well-trained, and fond of your role as his Padawan.

Obi-Wan thought you would be the death of him, your gorgeous eyes, and the way you smelled, brought him the sense of comfort and warmth. Like a mother. But he felt something fuzzy and warm for you, almost as if someone poured a warm liquid down his throat and he enjoyed the taste of it. At first he tried to deny it, and he still does, but it's evident he loves you.

Especially now, as he's laying down with you, his arms wrapped comfortably at either side of you and you asleep in his arms. It brought him immense peace and gave him the feeling of duty, the feeling of affection and heat. He loved this. He loved how you were so open to being affectionate with him, and at the end of the day? He'd always, always come back to you.

"Tell me, Atlas. What is heavier: The world or its people's hearts?"

Obi-Wan returned to you. Dejectedly walking into your shared home, his head hung low, his clothes dirty and his body shaking. "Obi?" You said, peeking out of the kitchen, when you saw his state, you realized he had done it. He killed Anakin, his brother. You rushed to his side, pulling him into a reassuring and firm hug. "You did what you could." You whispered, stroking his hair. "No...." He whispered back. "I failed him." You leaned back, taking his face into your hands, cupping it. "Anakin chose his path, and you chose yours. You did what you could. You taught him, you loved him. Do not let his mistakes shape you." Obi-Wan nodded, now hugging you back. Over the course of the last few months Obi-Wan spent in Coruscant, he seemed immensely depressed, despite showing some happiness, it was a façade, you knew. Sure that no one else could see the hurt in his eyes, you would spend all day and all night holding him, reassuring him. You knew what it had done to him, killing Anakin, killing both a friend, family member and apprentice. It destroyed him. He had barely any will. That's what you never, ever would think possible. This kid, from Tatooine, whom Obi taught for ten continuous years would become the very thing he sought to destroy, sought to put an end to. Sure, it was a tragedy, a horrid thing to be alive to go through. And now? In the aftermath, Anakin dead, Padme dead, Sith rising, only two Jedi remaining and a destroyed Obi-Wan. You could even express how much it physically hurt you to see a man, the very same man you fell in love with and married, so burnt-out, depressed and just... broken, it wasn't the same. Nothing was. Except the same old lies he told you: "I'm fine, my love.", "I know I did all I could." or "I'm glad it's over. We can rebuild now." Because it was evident he was in pain, evident he wanted to go back, to die rather to live without his legacy. There were so many times where you heard him crying, sobbing himself to sleep because of the pain, as it was basically his only way of reacting to it. You stayed with him, hugging him, caressing him, holding him, telling him you loved him, it was going to get better and that the pain would fade. But you knew otherwise, you knew it was going to worsen more than ever, before it got any good. The way Obi-Wan looked at you when you both laid down in bed together, was one of love and sadness, but you knew it would be over, eventually.

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