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the-chrome-trooper:

“I’ll be back, there should be ice somewhere around here…” The Captain said as the other winced, turning to head out of the room and leave the other with her thoughts until Amalie turned to look at her, the blonde looking at her in slight confusion “Not the worst…Yet it’s not something I’d happily do again like most.” she admitted in an unreadable tone, if anything the worst pain she’d ever felt was the first time she had been electrocuting it because it was simply a pain she’d never ever experienced before, at least with Ren she knew what pain he’d bring her in some way. If anything the first time had been more humiliating, since she had only had to go on and fight in an arena whilst most of her bodily functions remained frazzled, this only making her beaten by a man larger than her- the sound of her bones crunching beneath his punches still making her inwardly cringe. “I guessed he would. Why do you ask?”

amalie kept her eyes on her as she stopped before leaving, her expression hesitant but curious all at once. she did not want to make small talk with the woman, hardly at all, but... she was curious. armitage had told her how messy it had been, with rey becoming upset and ben storming off before he could finish the job. but what effect had it had on phasma? she nodded slowly but then shrugged at her question, looking down finally. she did not necessarily know why she had asked, but her training while growing up had always forbade the phrase ‘i don’t know’; an answer must always be given. “i could not imagine what something like that feels like. he... told me how you had done it to rey, and explained how she had been nearly comatose when he found her... i did not know if it affected you the same.”

#thechrometrooper

the-chrome-trooper:

Phasma shook her head when Amalie didn’t answer, this only telling the Captain that she was correct- or at least in her mind that was what it meant. The blonde gave a nod and watched as the other lay down, the Captain taking off her Chrome gauntlets and then rubbing her palms together to warm her hands, her fingers carefully pressing a little at the bruise “I received one like this when I fell of a rock spire…I feel your tissue bleeding will not be as deep though, for I may be unmovable like one at times- but I still am not a rock” she murmured, calculating eyes assessing the womans damage.

amalie gave a soft wince as the captain began prodding around the area, but took a deep breath and remained still so that she could do what needed to be done. she listened to what phasma was saying, grimacing slightly at the idea of falling upon rocks. this must have been a most minor injury in the woman’s eyes, but to amalie it was the worst she’d had in years. possibly ever. with the protection and regal activities she’d taken part in, there was no possible way for her to become this injured. until now. “...was the torture the worst pain you had ever felt...?” she asked quietly, glancing at her over her shoulder. “armitage told me...”

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kimsojeong

Calm down.

armitagcxhux-archived-deactivat

@amaliies

#BOO BOO THE FOOL B E REBLOGGING TH IS #but fr tho i m dead this is them and now im watching clips from this movie bC of this #{ && set my midnight sorrow free ; i will give you all of me | armitage && amalie }

galacticqueenpadme:

Padmé did her best to make it a habit of returning to the visitation area of quarantine at least once a day, both to check in on her loved ones and to take note of any worsening or increasingly visible symptoms among the infected. To her relief, she hadn’t noticed any new faces that she hadn’t recognized from before, but on this particular day, she saw one that brought a certain sadness to her chest. The young Queen, the woman who Padmé emphasized with so much, standing behind the glass. First she had been imprisoned for so long with no rightfulness, and now she was here, apparently suffering from the disease that had reached so many others. Immediately Padmé made her way to the surface of the glass, bringing a hand out to touch it as she called for the Queen. “Amalie…”

amalie turned around slowly at the sound of her name. as soon as she saw padmé standing there, though, her expression fell immediately, and she clutched gently onto the full skirt of her dress. over time, padmé had become more than a comrade. in fact... they were nearly best friends at this point, given they had so much in common with one another. she had meant to tell her during the previous conversation of her new state, but it had never come up. now... it would only be harder to tell. “my friend...” she sighed out, moving forward immediately and placing her hand over the glass where hers was, tears shining in her eyes. “i am sorry i could not avoid it...”

#galacticqueenpadme

the-chrome-trooper:

“So what you’re telling me is that you so easily let the words of others get to you?” she then asked, tilting her head “Should a queen not have a skin of steel?” she added. The two sat in silence for an awkward moment, the tension of the room able to be cut with a knife until Amalie spoke again. The blonde stood and nodded, noticing the bruises, the Captain coming over to access them “I used to get bruises like this often” she gestured to them. “I will find ice, if you lay on your front and I can ice them…Bruises are merely tissue bleeding”

the more phasma tore amalie’s character apart, the more inclined she was to pull back the benefits she was giving the first order and hand them to the resistance. surely she had been in politics enough to know that it was not exactly wise to demean the one person who had given living arrangements, food, and even a level of authority to them. she was absolutely going to discuss it with armitage, with no level of softness. but... when he was better. when his stress was dialed down. she nodded once and motioned to the bedroom before stepping inside and laying down carefully on the bed. it brought a slight amount of discomfort to her abdomen, but nothing too terrible yet. “i have not had an injury like this...”

#thechrometrooper

the-chrome-trooper:

Phasma sat herself down on a chair and took a large sigh “And yet look at you. you weren’t remaining here…You were out and about, you defy your own advice” she gestured as she took a moment to calm herself. “Then what exactly is your plan then? Blame me for the pain you hold now, but what exactly were you expecting? Or as a Queen do you just expect to slap people and receive nothing from it- I come from a world of fair treatment” she said simply, not at all in a fighting stance but more frustrated with everything, yet her tone seemed less sharp. “My strength is not something I always realise” she added, even Phasma was drained with everything that was happening with this Virus and situation. “What about ice for the bruising?”

“you are really so unwise to think i slapped you unprovoked? you should know i have only done such a thing to one other person before. snoke. it is not something i exactly enjoy going around doing,” amalie muttered. she was not a violent person by nature. it was not fun for her to cause others pain. but she had let her hormones and her frustration overtake her for just that split moment, and it had temporarily cost her her ability to even walk. she paused for a few moments and breathed steadily before nodding. “ice might help...” she murmured, allowing her to do that one thing for her as she unbuttoned the back of her dress to disclose the bruises. she turned to look over her shoulder in the mirror, lips parting slightly at how discolored it already was. hopefully it healed before armitage could return and worry too much about it.

#thechrometrooper

the-chrome-trooper:

Phasma gave an exasperated sigh and pinched the bridge of her nose “Then what? You will just weakly curl up in this room before anyone finds you?” she asked “If you health declines then so will your immunity, do you think that getting the virus is wise whilst you were with child. Take it from someone who understands the fragility of child bearing” she said simply, referring to her tribes women that had gone through nothing but Hell with even trying to get pregnant let alone birth a child, she’d watched as Ylva had nearly died from it with Frey, but Phasma had always mentally boasted that Frey had survived because she was from the same gene pool as herself and Keldo. In truth Phasma was only thankful that she had never gotten close to being pregnant, it made her thankful for her love of women when she had been on Parnassos- plus no man would have dared to even try had she been heterosexual, she was far too daunting and bigger than most of them “Of course my shove was not something I should have done in the moment, but I do not react well to being struck- it is my training” she said simply, the closest to an apology, but merely because she was frustrated. “You are not one to accept a new slate?” she asked. “For the common good” she added.

“the virus has not been in here. and it will not get to me here. if anything, remaining here is the wisest option regarding the safety of me and my child,” amalie murmured. she was starting to regret telling the captain at all. it seemed she was only using it to throw back in her face, regarding all topics of conversation. she pursed her lips slightly at the semblance of an apology from the captain, and she only continued pressing the sore area of her back before finally standing and turning towards her. “i do not want a droid. i do not want anyone else to find out about this either. if that means suffering through the pain you caused me all alone, then so be it. but i am quite done with this discussion,” she muttered.

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armitagcxhux:

The faction was his own child in a way, built and sculpted to his design. At time he’s even convinced that he’s the only one who actually cared for the Order as much as he did. Neither Ren nor Snoke were there in it’s lowly beginnings, but Hux was. He grew with it – when the Order expanded, he grew in height. Hux didn’t understand it but his self-worth has always been intrinsically tied with his perception of his military success, as the Commandment had molded him to be. There was always the desire to create a legacy that outlives him, but his main concern was to be the one to bring order to the planet and stars – to have it all under his control and jurisdiction. In fact, Hux believed that he was saving the galaxy from itself ( well, rather, putting it in the right hands, as he sees it ) – from the chaos of the resistance and placed under the protection of the most technologically advanced army anyone had ever seen. When the First Order crumbles, it will be the end of it’s namesake; Order will deteriorate with it.

And yet at the end of the day found himself worrying about Amalie and his unborn child more than he did about the fate of his regime. It didn’t help that he thought he saw her wander into the common area.

Jade eyes narrowed. It was her, and in the next few moments he found himself stumbling to her on weary legs, but stopping at a farther distance than he would have liked to be. Upon closer inspection she didn’t appear as ill as he did, and it filled him with some relief but in time it would worsen. He didn’t even know how it would affect the child growing in her. “Amalie, what – what are you doing here?” His voice is hoarse and a disparity seems to make its way into his words despite his efforts. The urge to reach over and hold her was strong, but he stopped himself from committing to the impulse, afraid to touch her. “…I thought the virus was contained at the very least, how did you…”

the very person amalie wanted to see most was the one person who she had stumbled across initially. her heart broke at the sight of him; it was almost more painful without the glass between them. she was able to see him in more vivid detail now. the dark ( darker than usual ) circles, the weight loss, the sunken features. even the way he walked in her direction broke her heart, and amalie had to take a deep breath to avoid crying at the very sight of him. luckily he stopped decently far away, but amalie was still leaning in his direction as the dread overtook her. while all she had was a mere cough and a slight fever, he appeared to be diminishing by the day. when she stumbled across him, drunken and emotional, he had still looked better than he did now, sober and aware. the misery in his tone at the sight of her broke her heart, and again she felt frustration towards rey for infecting her so quickly. it was not her life she feared for, but their child’s. she was carrying it, and was responsible for staying healthy for it. she could only hope they found the cure quickly, before her condition deteriorated.

“a-armitage...” she choked out, shaking her head slowly and stepping forward before pausing again as he spoke. it was painful to have to admit to him, and she worried immensely for the amount of stress it would add to him. but all she could do was be there for him, and hold him, which so often calmed him after long, stressful work days. perhaps it would work now. she moved forward again, speeding up gradually, and eventually jumped slightly into his arms, clutching onto him like a lifeline. she knew she needed to tell him before he got too panicked, so slowly she pulled back, still remaining in his arms, but looked up into his eyes and breathed shakily. “...rey escaped... she came to find me, and begged for the plans... i-i had to give them to her, i thought she could find the cure sooner... i needed you back with me...” she whispered, holding him tighter before swallowing then continuing. “we spoke for a minute or so... but i woke up tonight with a cough... with a few of the symptoms... i-i put myself in here before i could infect anyone myself...”

#IM SERIOUSLY SO GLAD #IERJNKFLSDM #armitagcxhux

the-chrome-trooper:

“I’m only violent when I need to be…I’m not an animal” she said, even if a lie. “Just remember that you took the first strike. I had initiated a no violence discussion” she added, not being one to take the blame for it as her eyes went back to the art, confused by it still after all her years of being among actual civilisation. “I find that hard to believe, I merely offer a service and you throw it back at me. I’m not asking you to like me or to even get along with me. You’re not my type for getting along with anyway.” she added, a sort of jab that she didn’t find the other attractive in any respect, especially personality wise. “So, med droid or not?”

“i do not want your services. how many times must i tell you that?” amalie’s tone was more firm now, and even had a bite to it as she gave a deep glare. it was as if the woman enjoyed just watching her suffer but pester her at the same time. “that makes two of us, captain...” no one on naboo had ever been so disrespectful to her, and it did tempt her to put in a word with armitage about it. a professional word, at that. maybe even to ben. after so graciously offering their dysfunctional group so many resources, this was how she was repaid? she just stayed silent and kept her back to phasma as she continued pushing her fingers in gently to her forming bruises, occasionally jumping and wincing.

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henryscavills

amaliies

@armitagcxhux

#oH MY GO D BEGRIFJNDKS #{ && set my midnight sorrow free ; i will give you all of me | armitage && amalie }

as many times as she had told the girl to stay away, amalie could not help but inform rey on where the teams were searching for the cure. it was worth it, even if she had broken out of quarantine for it, and amalie had assumed she wouldn’t have caught the illness from a mere two-minute conversation. but alas, the coughs began in the dead of the night, and it only took her seconds to decide to dress herself in one of her simpler dresses and check herself into quarantine. that way, at least she could be with armitage, even if she was terrified for her child’s life. a glint of sweat layered on her skin now, but that was the extent of her symptoms so far. but it would only worsen, and amalie knew that, as she slowly entered the common area with a nervous bite of her lip. all she could do now was attempt to fight for her life for as long as she could.

#rip ;//////#spark.start

how do you think snoke will react to your pregnancy? are you scared?

“he will not find out. i only fear for my child’s life now. but i am sure he is too weak to attempt anything.”

#{ && answered }#Anonymous

What would an ideal future for you, Hux, and the child be like? Elaborate as much as you'd like.

“...when i was a young girl, my father took me to this remote area of naboo... i do not remember the name, and i have not visited since, though i have always wanted to. it was... beautiful. secluded. it was very much like the lake country. there were gorgeous cottages scattered around it. not small, but not large like the palace either. just perfect. it radiated peace like nowhere else i had ever visited. after my parents passed away, i could not bring myself to return. but... it is the one place i have dreamt of raising our child. if everything truly went the way i wanted... armitage would no longer have to remain with the first order. actually, if i were wishing for anything, i would want the whole system to be eradicated entirely, but i know i shall only face chastisement if i ever mention such a thing. so i do not. but he would be there, all the time, and we will raise our child in peace. we will not have to worry about people attempting to harm them or capture them or use them against us. it can just be the three of us, without all the stress of politics on either of our shoulders. we shall watch them grow, send them to school... have more children, and watch them grow as well. then we will grow old together, as our children have their own, and raise them... and nothing shall ever trouble us again...”

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#biG GGGGG SAD #{ && answered }#Anonymous

you should name your child after snoke, 'cause that's who hux is loyal to

“one day he will turn against him. i know it. he is already against him. but we need snoke to believe that he is not.”

#i foRGOT A BO UT THESE #{ && answered }#Anonymous

armitagcxhux:

With her hand in his, he raised it to his lips to place a kiss upon her knuckles, as he so often did, before replying. “I want to be involved for as long as I can.” Shakily, a corner of his mouth tugs to form a small smile at the same time she did. Despite appearances, the news was still wracking him, shooting worries down to his bones. The curl of his mouth turned into something more genuine as Amalie gave a small laugh. “I’m glad that you want this.” He leans forwards to press his lips briefly to her’s; he means it. Momentarily, his aspirations for a greater glory turns to dust – It would be fine like this, and he could care less about the Order in this singular space in time. She’s happy, she’s happy, she’s happy. The thought hums in his mind and his heartbeat slows down with the repetition. This brings her happiness, and so does his presence, despite everything.

But when he opens his eyes he remembers his place, much too aware of the insignia that rests upon his upper, left arm; the seams were made to melt to the skin, to never let go. Hux finds it a point of pride once more. “I – ” A hesitant pause. “I want this, too.” There was a truth in his statement; he had partly wanted to be a father or mentor to a child of his own but he had always disregarded it as a trivial fantasy, never in the realm of possibility. An apprentice was at least reasonable, but a child of his own blood? Unrealistic – at least until now. He’s still afraid but hope finds a way to emerge in the darkest part of himself. Perhaps she was right. Perhaps it will be good.

as long as he could. it was both a fulfilling yet heartbreaking statement to hear. it meant he would be around, because he truly wanted to be... but he was still tied to the first order. wherever they go, he would follow. her smile turned somewhat forced as she breathed unevenly, placing her hand on her chest for just a split second. perhaps, if the time ever came that the forcefield was broken, he would reconsider his words. maybe. she kissed him back, though, and could not help the small grin against his lips. she truly was happy, and did not want to hide it. especially now that she knew he was as thrilled for it as she was, despite all the hardships that were sure to come. she pressed one final peck to his lips and pulled away, her tears beginning to fall down her cheeks now. no longer were they of fear and pain; they were purely of joy, and she encountered no hesitation in letting them fall. she did not even move to wipe them away. however, she could still see the conflict written on his features, how the stress already seemed to weigh him down, and amalie bit her lip before sniffing then crawling gently into his lap. her arm wrapped around his neck as her other hand caressed his cheek, stroking her thumb over it lightly. “we shall figure this out, my darling... whatever we have to do, we shall do it... if you want me to stay off my feet for the next nine months... i shall do it,” she whispered, the corners of her lips turning up momentarily. but it was not entirely humorous; she really would obey ever request he had, if it took even an ounce of stress off of him. “i love you so much... we will be okay...” she stroked her other hand up and down his back now, feeling the familiar tension in his muscles.

#always Worth the wait #armitagcxhux

WHY DIDN'T YALL USE A FUCKING CONDOM

“if you must know, i... i had an implant in my arm, but... apparently the malnutrition made it no longer functional.”

so you really let hux raw you huh. the man isnt even worth it.

“he is worth everything. everything.”

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