1. The General's Wife

So i've fallen in love with Domhnall Gleeson and Oscar Isaac and now i can't shake a story out of my head about an OC being in love with both General Hux and Poe Dameron so, here we are. It's been a while since i published any writing. Life, depression and a lack of inspiration got to me for a few years and the last time i published on this site, i was 19, i'm now 24... so wow. I really hope you guys enjoy this so please let me know what you think if you feel the desire to, i would love to hear your thoughts. Oh and don't worry, my OC starts to come into her confidence and sense of self as the story progresses :)

The young woman walked briskly through the halls of the finalizer. Her blue dress trailing behind her as graceful as her own lithe body.

To those aboard the ship, she was Lyrasanna Hux, daughter of Zerz and Vega Nyine, wife of General Armitage Hux, but to her husband she was just Lyra and he was just Armitage.

On the main deck, General Hux was so busy ordering his staff around, he barely noticed his wife enter the room and when she reached out her arm to touch him gently, he jumped at the contact, turning to peer down at her with a hard frown.

"Lyra, what, what are you doing here? What's the matter?"

She smiled up at him. "Nothing's the matter, I need a reason to visit my husband?"

Even with her dark hair held high in an elaborate plait and barely a touch of makeup, she was beautiful, the most beautiful woman Hux had ever laid his eyes on. But having her there with her carefree attitude and out-of-place sense of humour within the First Order was dangerous, and he didn't want her to be sent away to live on some distant planet like the other wives of the staff at the Finalizer had to.

"I thought you were spending the day in the library?"

She rolled her eyes. "I was, but there's only so many times you can read Supreme Leader Snoke's approved list of books before it gets rather tiresome. Have you had lunch yet? I thought we might have it together?"

Hux placed a hand on her shoulder before pulling her aside.

"I can't. I don't have time for lunch today."

Lyra shrugged. "I can bring you some. Though surely you won't get in too much trouble if you sneak away with me for a short while? We could even hide away in some dark corner and I could let you have your wicked way with me" she winked.

Hux widened his eyes. "Lyra, please, keep your voice down. I'm much too busy at the moment. Please, go back to our chambers before you get into trouble."

Lyra pouted, unaware that behind them, Kylo Ren approached.
"You know if I leave you now, I won't see you until the early hours of the morning. I miss you" she told him.

"How touching. I hope there isn't trouble in paradise?"

The couple turned to face Kylo Ren, his mask covering his face.

"While that's none of your business Ren, perhaps you might let my husband have an afternoon off soon. I feel as if his life is not his own lately. He lives to work."

Hux shot a warning look to his wife as his grip on her shoulder tightened slightly.
"Lyra please" he whispered.

"That's quite alright General. Your wife is nothing if not opinionated. Our important work demands attention Lady Hux. We can't afford anything, or anyone to distract us. General, finish up with your wife, I have news for you" Ren spoke through his mask, his voice cold and sinister. She felt his gaze pierce into her even with the mask on.

When he turned and walked away, Hux loosened his grip on her shoulder before checking nobody was listening.
"Please darling, go back to our chambers before you cause any more trouble, I need you to co-operate, for your own safety. I'll see you tonight."

He kissed her forehead softly, causing her to smile against him.
"Fine. But only because I don't want Ren to make your life any more difficult than he already does. I'll see you later. I love you."

He nodded. "You too. Now go."

She gave him a quick kiss on the cheek before leaving, leaving him slightly flustered.
As she passed Stormtroopers in the halls they stopped to acknowledge her, either stopping while she passed or wishing her well. On the Finalizer she and Hux were treated like Royalty, at least when Ren and Supreme Leader Snoke were not around. For all the attention, she had never thought wanting time and attention from her husband was a lot to ask but in the First Order, it seemed to be worth more than gold and harder to obtain at that. She placed her hand on the recognition pad to her and Hux's chambers and stepped inside.

The chambers had been so cold and clinical when she had first arrived. Armitage Hux was a man of minimalistic taste, but she had soon changed that when he brought her on board. She had brought some photographs of them together and placed them around the rooms as well as add curtains to the bed to give them added privacy on such a busy ship. A few books that Snoke probably never would approve of if he knew had found their way onto some of the shelves in the main living quarters as well. Finally, Lyra had insisted on bringing their cat Millicent on board too, seeing as the ginger cat had been Hux's only soft spot before he had married Lyra.
Millicent purred and rubbed up against her leg as Lyra stroked the cat gently and then poured her a saucer of milk.

Helping herself to a glass of wine she found a comfy spot on the couch and began to reread her favourite book for the fourth time. Life on the finalizer was painfully lonely, ever since Hux had dedicated himself wholly to the First Order and begun a vicious competition with Ren to win Snoke's approval.

When younger, Lyra had never had much of a chance to make friends, her parents had set her up to a talent at one thing, finding a husband. She had used that excuse to buy herself an education, and self-defence training, and language lessons, among other things. She had even taught herself how to hack systems after learning how to program software, a skill that had tested her ability to persuade her father greatly to allow.

It left her little time to make friends, and life aboard a war ship left even less time and less opportunity to make new friendships. She was alone, with the exception of Hux and their cat.

A few hours of reading passed before she heard a knock at the door. She hurried to open the door but instead of being greeted by a stormtrooper carrying a tray of food.
"The General sends his apologies my lady that he cannot join you for dinner. He arranged dinner to be sent for you."

Lyra's face fell but she nodded and allowed the stormtrooper to place the tray of food down for her on the dining table.
"Please tell the General I will keep his side of the bed warm for him tonight."

The stormtrooper turned towards her as he reached the door.
"Oh, my lady, he said not to wait up for him tonight. Important business to attend to."

Lyra nodded. "Right, of course he does. Thank you anyway."

As the stormtrooper left, Lyra looked at the plate of food. At least Armitage had been kind enough to request some of her favourite foods, but it was yet another evening of eating alone. She knew eating alone in his office wasn't what he wanted either, but the man was so obsessed with work, it was proving futile to get him to choose her above Snoke's vision of a galaxy under one strict rule anymore.

She took a few pieces of fruit from the plate but left the rest of the food untouched. Now she was just tired, and there was little else to do but sleep anyway. After feeding Millicent she changed into a night robe and climbed into bed, drawing the curtains around her. Sleep found her slowly, she was too bored to sleep. It had felt like a lifetime ago that she had even been able to join Hux for a dinner event, or even networking drinks and she longed for something interesting to happen once more.

In the middle of the night, she became aware of footsteps in the room and after a few minutes she felt an arm wrap around her waist and soft lips kiss her neck gently. Lyra smiled and turned to her husband in the dark.

"You didn't eat dinner" he whispered.

"I didn't want to eat without you, it felt wrong. How was work?"

Hux stroked her back gently. "Darling it's late, go to sleep, we can talk in the morning."

Lyra kissed his lips as she stroked his cheek. "I want to know how your day was, talk to me, please."

Hux sighed as he held her. "Ren thinks he has found the location of part of a map, a very important map. One that could lead us to something that would crush the rebellion if we found it and destroyed it."

"What does this map lead to?"

Hux took a breath. "The location of Luke Skywalker."

Lyra clicked to turn on the bedside lamp and leaned up on her elbows.

"Luke Skywalker? THE Luke Skywalker? I thought he was dead, or just a myth."

Hux frowned up at her. "We aren't sure, but if he is alive and real, this map will lead us to him."

Lyra grinned down at him.
"How exciting, a real Jedi Knight, a legend of his kind, alive and within our reach."

She lay on her side and entwined her fingers through his own.
"Hm. Don't get too excited, if we find him, we destroy him, and the remaining resistance."

Lyra couldn't help but grin, she leaned closer to kiss his lips. "Nothing ever exciting happens around here, you can't blame me for getting a little giddy at the prospect of the most famous Jedi Knight being alive" she whispered before kissing him again.

He pulled away. "Well, in any case let's get some rest, Ren will have the map in his possession in just a few hours, if he's successful."

Lyra ran a hand through his hair softly. "I don't want to sleep right now, I want my husband."
Hux sighed before kissing her, moving to lean over her as she pulled him closer to her. He felt cold to touch, the main deck was always colder than his office, it was how she could tell where he had spent most of his working day. She ran her hands over his chest in an effort to warm him up before her hand trailed downwards to remove his clothes. A hand stopped her and she looked up to see Hux gazing down at her with a sympathetic look.

"I'm sorry my darling, I'm just, so tired. Can we reschedule?"

She tried desperately not to look disappointed as she nodded and watched as he moved to lie next to her once more, pulling her close to him as he did so.
"I know I have been distant of late, all this damn work all the time. I promise to schedule in some real time for us the moment I can."

Lyra gave him a curt nod as she relaxed into his touch.

"I do love you, you know that."

"I know. I love you too, so very much" she replied.

It did not take Hux long to fall asleep, leaving his less than happy wife to watch him as he slept. The ship was utterly silent other than the occasional bump or whir of the systems around them working. There were no parties, no late-night meetings, not even the sounds of an unscheduled conversation. Lyra had often wondered why Hux ever believed in this vision of a future. A future of quiet agreement and rules, with no room for stories or opinions or anything unique. That idea of a future made her question everything she had been living these past six years.

Lyra stirred in her sleep as she felt weight on the bed lift. She reached out her hand to find her husband's back as he sat up on the side of the bed, shining his shoes. It was always dark outside but she knew instantly that it was far too early in the morning to be getting ready for work. Letting out a loud yawn she nudged closer to him to kiss his back.

"It's much too early to be leaving me alone in bed. Come back to me Armitage."

He caught her hand mid-stretch and placed a light kiss to her fingertips. "I can't. Duty calls my darling, Ren may have hold of a prisoner that can lead us straight to Skywalker. He has summoned me."

With that, Lyra's eyes snapped wide open and she scrabbled to get out of bed. "Can I come?"

She didn't wait for an answer as she threw on a dress and looked around frantically for a pair of shoes.

"No darling, he's a member of the resistance, he's dangerous" Hux said, securing the First Order pin onto his greatcoat.

She reached down under the bed and pulled out a pair of shoes. "Please? I promise I'll be no trouble, I won't anger Ren, I just want to see, please Armitage. I'm so bored cooped up in here all the time."

Hux rolled his eyes. "You will not address Ren, you will not address the prisoner, and if I ask you to do something, you comply for your own safety, do you understand?"

Lyra let out a small noise of excitement before nodding.

In the hallway, she dared not hold Hux's hand, married they might have been but Armitage had made his views on public displays of affection well known, there was no place for it in the First Order, especially on the Finalizer, and so there was no place for it with him. She walked alongside him though, a subtle jab at the order of things onboard a warship, where men came first.

"What if the prisoner is a Jedi too? Or at least force sensitive?"

Hux gave his wife a disapproving look. "How do you even know about force sensitivity, any books revealing the Jedi's ways are banned."

She shrugged. "On this ship perhaps but I did read before I met you, I didn't just pop out of a hole in the ground when you were ready to find a wife."

The General shook his head. "At any rate, all Jedi's were dispatched years ago along with the whole order. Skywalker and Ren are the only ones remaining with the power of the force, and that's if Skywalker is even alive, if we are lucky, we will merely be bringing back a body to show the resistance that their precious symbol of hope is dead."

"All seems a bit morbid doesn't it?"

They approached the landing docks and already a group of Stormtroopers, Captain Phasma and Ren stood, watching over a prisoner, who seemed to have already been beaten. As Lyra and Hux approached, she saw the prisoner up close. He didn't look like a Jedi, he just looked like a normal man. A very handsome one at that. His thick curly brown hair had streaks of grey running through it and his large brown eyes bore into Ren as if he had no fear of the monster in-front of him.

She couldn't help but flinch when Ren struck his face hard, causing his already bleeding face to bleed more. The prisoner looked over at Lyra and smirked.

"Don't worry sweetheart, that barely landed, I bet you could hit better than that" he told her. Lyra suppressed a giggle as she heard the man challenge Ren, he really was fearless. General Hux stood protectively in-front of her, obscuring her view of the brave prisoner.

"Do not think to address my wife scum. You are nothing but filth and you WILL tell us the location of the map."

Lyra moved her head so she could see the prisoner once more.

"Wife? you lot can get wives? I thought you guys were like, sterile or something, and she's pretty too, really pretty. Honestly, I'm not even mad, I'm just impressed, who knew between all the killing of innocents and barking orders you had time to get a wife."

Lyra smiled at his bravery and he winked at her, causing her to look away in embarrassment.

She noticed her husband's face grow as red as his hair as he pushed her back further behind him.

"How dare you. You are beneath her, do not even think to look at her. You will tell us where the map is or you will die" Hux barked at the prisoner.

She winced at the harshness of his words and watched on in pity as the Stormtroopers dragged the handsome man away.

The General moved away from Lyra without a pause to speak to Ren about the map and Lyra saw it as the perfect moment to sneak away to find out where the prisoner was being kept. When she noted the cell he was being kept in, she went back to her chambers and waited for Hux to return. When he finally did, she could tell his talk with Ren had caused him stress and immediately poured him a shot of whiskey. It didn't take words to know when he was under pressure, his eyes seemed to scream out worry, sinking further back into his head as dark circles formed under them. He also had a tendency to break out in a small red rash on one single patch on his neck. It had always worried her. Lyra knew how to read her husband, especially when he was always so bad at using words to tell her what was wrong.

He took the glass from her with a nod of approval and rubbed the back of his neck.

"The prisoner had a droid with him on Jakku, the droid has the map and it escaped. Ren seems to think he can draw the information from the prisoner by using the force but Snoke, the Supreme Leader is angry we let the droid escape" Hux told her, his fingers tapping the rim of the glass nervously.

"That isn't your fault, Ren went to recover the map not you, what were you meant to do to stop it?"

Hux waved a hand dismissively. "It doesn't matter Lyra! Do you think the Supreme Leader cares about how we failed? All he cares about is that we did fail and if we continue to displease him, he will punish us accordingly. He might even demote me, or send you away for proving to be a distraction."

Lyra frowned, she knew he was stressed but she hated when he raised his voice with her. "Let him try, let him try to shut me away in some dark corner of the galaxy without my husband. It won't work, you know it won't. We stick together, as one."

Hux managed a small smile before finishing the rest of his whiskey. "You know he could darling. If it came to it. I need us to be smart right now, I need you to lay low and listen to me so we can remain safe, do you understand that?"

She nodded.

"And Lyra, stay away from that prisoner. He's nothing but trouble."

She shrugged. "He seemed harmless to me, he certainly didn't seem like he needed to be beaten that much into submission."

Hux stroked Millicent as she sniffed the whiskey glass curiously on the table. "Did you hear the way he spoke to you, anything but submissive my darling. He's dangerous, and reckless at that and I don't want you anywhere near him."

The stoic General left her to pursue work once more, more than likely going to help Ren interrogate the prisoner, leaving Lyra with an ill feeling in her stomach. Nobody deserved to be beaten the way that prisoner was, he might have been one of the rebels, but he was a living thing above that.