My little fun present for my beloved gingerrose fam that made my year.
Thank you for your creativity, dear friends! Happy holidays! Best wishes, lots of smiles, and a lot of love to all! ❤🎄🎉
Top Fucking Secret, or The Worst Spy In The Galaxy Who Loved Me
Some months after the battle of Exegol. Former General was saved from the Steadfast, and now he lives on Ajan Kloss; the ex-spy and the rebels work together to finally bring peace to the Galaxy. It's the eve of That Ancient Winter Holiday, and rebel base is preparing for the party. Two best tinkerers, who somehow fell for each other some time ago, are in charge of organising an illumination.
Rose, decorating The Party Tree in the conference hall, thoughtfully: Why the kriff everyone in the base thinks we are dating? I mean we are, indeed, but I thought nobody will know until we say. We are hiding perfectly, aren't we?
Hux, helping her to hang lights: I dunno why. But this is definitely not my fault. I'm perfect at hiding and keeping secrets. *smugly and meaningfully:* I was a spy after all, do you remember?
Rose, rolling her eyes: I do, Mr. I Am The Spy Blast Me. But it seems we should get better at hiding, agree?
Hux: Absolutely. *pretentiously:* Don't worry, our little secret will die with me.
Rose: Not very funny figure of speech, but never mind.
Poe, entering the hall: So, guys, how are things going?
Rose: Sorry, we'll be needing a little more time. There are too many lights...
Poe, winking: Okay. Let me know when you two lovebirds are done with this.
Rose, playing righteous anger: For the hundredth time, Poe, I'm not dating Hux, we are just a spy and a handler, as in the past! Besides, I still hate this arrogant asshole, got it?
Hux: Exactly. And I hate this feral womp rat too. I still have that ugly scar on my finger thanks to her kriffing fangs.
*they look at each other with 146% dramatic disgust*
Poe: Okay, okay, guys, I got it. *devilishly:* Just don't fuck under The Party Tree, that's all I ask.
Hux, haughtily: For your information, Dameron, we never ever fucked under the trees like some uncivilised savages. We have our rooms for that.
Rose, facepalming, sarcastically: Very nice, Mr. Spy. Now I know why you led Poe and Finn across the Steadfast in front of everyone and got that blaster shot. That's because you're definitely perfect at hiding.
Hux: *gets all red like a tomato from Nabu*
Poe: Bravissimo, Hugs, it seems you'll get a new scar tonight, not on your finger this time. *goes away laughing like a hyena*
Rose, grumbling: It seems you really deserve it.
Hux, guiltily: How can I make it up to you, kitten?
Rose, playing hard to get: Not a clue. *after a long pause, smirking:* How do you like Poe's idea?
Hux, suspiciously: You mean a new scar?
Rose: No, I mean fuck under the Party Tree. As we have nothing left to hide now. *turns the light switch off and pounces*
Hux's nervous voice in the dark: What the kriff are you doing? What madness is this? Absolute inappropria-
Rose's strangled voice: Just shut up and take me, General!
Hux's voice, now a little strangled too: This time I'll kill Dameron I swear. His crazy ideas are dangerous for human mental health...
*kissing sounds again, louder and more passionately*
*kissing sounds reach a peak*
On second thought, screw him.
Rose's voice, playfully: It's not that crazy, eh?
Hux, breathing very heavily but trying to speak calm and ironically: It is definitely utterly completely crazy. But as you said, apparently we have nothing left to hide now.
*Rose's chuckle, then kisses again, dirty moans, taking off clothes sounds*
Poe behind the door, scoffingly: Oh thank the Force. At last they'll stop their ridiculous spy games. After all this time, it's not even funny. Even kriffing galactic press asks me when we are going to announce their wedding, and these two stubborn banthas are still playing We Just Work Together.