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Every Monday and Thursday, starting November 28th, we'll be sharing new holiday-themed microfic prompts! Tag #gingerrose or @gingerrose-hub for a reblog!

A collection of microfics and drabbles based on @reylomicrofics and @GingerRoseHub prompts. Most are standalone pieces, although some may be connected.

This new update consists of microfics previously shared on Twitter in September, 2022.

Theme: "Choose Your Own Adventure". The direction of the story, from prompt to prompt, was chosen via poll by readers!

Commander Rose Tico stepped inside a dimly lit turbolift that seemed to be moving upward without end. Arrth-Eno Custodial Complex II stood tall on the planet Coruscant and housed the most high profile prisoners. Darth Sidious destroyed the original building during the Galactic Civil War in a bid to rid himself of the detained Rebel spies but in the end the Empire did not win. Hoping to rise from the ashes of the fallen Empire, the First Order birthed a new army and started a new war. But like their predecessor, the First Order suffered the same fate.

Defeated by the Light.

With the collapsed of the First Order, the New Republic faced a new dilemma … being overrun by defeated enemies. What to do with your former enemies? Some called for their execution to pay for the war crimes committed. Some called for mercy and rehabilitation believing that there was good in every soul. And some fell somewhere in between.

Rose couldn’t really say for certain where she fit in. Some days she wanted all of them to die. Why should they live when they had hurt so many? But then on other days … well.

It was complicated.

Many prison complexes across the galaxy such as the Arrth-Eno were rebuilt to accommodate and house these defeated enemies as the New Republic contemplated their next political move.

The turbolift slowed then halted. The door slid open and Rose made her way down the lone corridor to an armored officer manning a station of security switches.

“Commander Tico,” the armored officer saluted her rank.

“I’m here to see prisoner Armitage Hux,” Rose spoke with a sort of satisfaction at the turn of events. The former General, at one point, had her on her knees while he ordered her execution.

But now … now things were different.

Rose was free as bird while the former General was detained at a maximum security facility. She couldn’t resist the small smile. She shouldn’t take pleasure at the misfortune of another but for Armitage Hux … she’d make an exception.

The officer punched in a few code and the large door slid open. They walked inside and reached another locked cell. This one held one very important prisoner.

Before the officer put in a clearance code he turned to the petite commander. “Are you sure you don’t want a blaster with you, commander. This prisoner … he’s dangerous.”

“I’m sure. You may return to your post, Sergeant. I need to talk to the prisoner, privately,” said Rose.                                                                  

“Roger that, Commander,” the officer dutifully pressed a series of code before the locks clicked and the steel door slid open. Commander Tico stepped inside and the door closed behind her with a thud and a loud clicked indicating that the locks were back in their intended location.

Armitage Hux, the loathsome general of the now defeated First Order, sat on a steel bench with his back resting up against the steel wall of his cell.

His ankles shackled. His wrists bound together in front of him with a pair of binders.

Another wave of satisfaction washed over her. This was good. The light side triumphed.

Hux slowly opened his eyes. He never had visitors but then again this particular meeting was long overdue.  Commander Tico stood stiffly before him with her arms crossed and a prominent frown on her face. 

“I wish you wouldn’t be so cross. That frown is quite unbecoming … to be perfectly honest with you.” Hux’s voice was dispassionate giving a mirage that he was unconcern about the visit from an official representative of the New Republic.

“Oh shut up!” Rose seethed loudly, stepping closer to the prisoner.

Despite his height, the fact that he was sitting down meant that he had to tilt his head back to look up at the approaching petite woman. A moment of complete silence passed between them.

“Commander Tico. I know why you’re here. And more importantly what the New Republic wants,” Hux dragged his vowels with the mention of the new government.

Rose quietly seethed and simply stared at the fallen enemy before her. Rose was here on behalf of the new government. Her superiors had made a decision and she was just doing her job complying with her order. Following through with her new mission.

“You wish that Pryde’s blaster had pierced my beskar armor.” Hux asked as Rose continued to glare down at him.

“Yes, I wish that.”

Hux bit his lower lip to prevent a victorious smile. Finally, Commander Rose was being honest.

“You wish that you could just kill me here, right now, without consequence.”

“Yes, the thought did cross my mind.”

“You wish that I was an insignificant fallen enemy … that I was not a spy … that I had no role in your victory over the First Order.”

“Yes!”

Rose shouted then heaved out a big sigh. She hated this man. How could he be so … so condescending and arrogant when he’s cuffed and detained inside a maximum security facility?

Hux stifled another smile. It was too easy.

“Let’s hear it then … what are the terms of the New Republic?”

“Full cooperation. We want to know everything you know about the First Order, the weapon systems, trainings, battle plans and especially the names of your former associates.”  

“Another wish of yours?” Hux asked sardonically.

That was when Rose lost her self-control and jump on the steel bench with her hands on Hux’s neck effectively strangling the prisoner. She shrieked out of pure frustration.

Hux had limited means of self-protection given that his ankles and wrists were bound and the attack was unexpected. He successfully scooted back but ended up in a corner of his cell.

“I’m done playing your stupid game! So, I’ll ask again. Will. You. Cooperate!!!??”

“Alright! I’ll cooperate!” Hux managed to wheeze out with his windpipe crushed by two small but very very very strong hands. Rose applied more pressure on Hux’s neck out of sheer spite before willing herself to let go.

“Ahhhh. Dank Ferrik!” Rose promptly stood up with her hands fisted tight over her chest as she paced the cell’s floor.

“You crazy woman!” Hux brought up his bound wrists up so that his hands could pat away the pain. Then he brought up his legs and folded them against his chest in a fetal position.

Rose couldn’t believe her luck. That the council would assign this mission to her. That in the foreseeable future she’d be working with this demented, arrogant, self-importance fallen enemy to extract information in order to aid the fledging new government.

“That’s right, I’m crazy,” Rose stopped pacing the cell and returned to face her new partner, “we’re going to be working together. That is … you’re going to confess EVERYTHING to me. Soooo … the next time you play your stupid game,” Rose raised one fist in front of Hux’s face and he instinctively recoiled back, “remember this!”

This was not how Hux had imagined the negotiation for his release. Shouldn’t the New Republic send someone professional? At least someone sane.

Hux chanced a look at Commander Tico. Kriffing A.

The swelter of an early heat wave has pushed the second week of summer band to a 6:30 a.m. start time. Now it's nearly 10; they've barely learned half the opener; and Rose is all out of patience. They've missed their entrance--again.

She raises her megaphone. "Kill it!"

The band comes to a stop, and she laces into them. "Drumline! It's giving birds on a wire! This may come as a shock to you, but the goal is to march--AND play--AT THE SAME TIME!"

Just behind her, she hears a snicker.

"That all, Tico?" Dameron calls, sans megaphone, from halfway across the stands.

She gives him a thumbs-up.

"Take it back!" he instructs, and the band trudges back to their starting positions.

"What did you say your name was?" The woodwinds clinician--Dr. Hux, visiting from the college--calls from a few rows up.

"Rose Tico. I'm the new percussion director." She squints from beneath the brim of her ball cap into his surprisingly handsome face.

The man is out here in madras and Ray-Bans, like something out of a catalog, even with a heat index that's surely already at 100. Poe had told her Hux never smiles, has no sense of humor--that he's mean as a snake but good at whipping the band into shape.

She wonders what it means that she's made him crack so easily.

"Tico," he repeats, his voice smooth and accented. "I look forward to getting to know you."

She shivers in spite of the heat.

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From: @gingerrose-hub

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It was trivial, really, nothing more than a fleeting mirage of consciousness that she longed erased. The images came back tenfold once she saw the man in the deep beige tux comfortablely scowling at anyone who dared approach him.

"Reyann, pray teel me. Who is the gentleman Captain Solo has brought as his secondary?"

The woman beside her giggled, her enthusiastic grin apprearing seductive from the rim of her cup. "Why that is none other than General Hux, the leader of faction. Have you set your sights upon him?"

"Hardly." Rose snorted, hiding her unladylike behavior behind her fan. The puffy, old maids in their prescense huffed, finding her undignified and childish.

If only they knew, they'd be singing a different tune.

"Captain Solo looks delectable tonight." Reyann purred, "Perhaps his blood will be my dessert." Her tongue flickered over the fangs that began to descend.

"Reyann, I must encourage you to keep decorum. We shall not have another discrepancy."

"You have become a bore in your eight hundredth year." Reyann sighed fluttering her lashes from across the room. Roselyn spared a quick glance, forcing herself not to roll her eyes at her friends antics. The target in question, Mr. Benjamin Solo blushed prettily, his easgeness clear on his face. If he only knew what they were, he wouldn't seem as inclined to give Reyann attention.

"I have enjoyed the liberties of not being hunted with a stake!" She sniffed. Her friend might not recall those haunting, frightening days; but she does.

"Fine, but he is mine to partake of, Roselyn. You'd do best to find yourself dinner as well."

She was gone in a flurry of indignation, her suitor following quickly after her.

Typical. Reyann always found the saps.

Taking a drink from her cup, Roselyn perused over the guest wondering who she would have tonight.

Steps like a kitten echoed in her mind, his prescene amplified as he got closer. His blood sang to her stilted veins, an unfamiliar feeling creeping inside of her.

"I beg your pardon, Miss Tico but it seems my friend has asked me to keep you company." The tall ginger announced.

She gave him a quick once over, licking her lips as her mouth watered. Not only did his blood smell heavenly but his body was meant for sin. The bland delivery he gave made it clear he did not relish her company. "I do not require a chaperone General."

She grabbed his drink quickly, downing it in one go. If he did not want to be near her, then she could curve her appetite and find another. His Sirens call to her meant nothing. The man who seemed familiar went to open his mouth but closed it. "You seem rather tense General. Is the party not to your liking?"

"The party, the people, the ambience. None of it agrees with me."

His honesty was refreshing. Perhaps she judged him too quickly. "Then shall we gather fresh air?"

"We can." He nodded offering his arm.

When she looped her arm through his, their fingers touched. In a split second, her world shifted, mirroring life in a mirage of pictures. It was if she could see through a looking glass into another present. There, in every Avenue, she was happily drinking blood with her vampire lover, a man who looked a lot like the General.

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Star Wars Sequel Trilogy Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Characters: Armitage Hux, Rose Tico Additional Tags: Gingerrose - Freeform, A Very Thomas Barrow Christmas Prompt Challenge, cornucopia Summary:

Prompt ‘Sunset’ from the @gingerrose-hub

Hux’s nothing but a cold-blooded man. A manipulative and calculating power-hungry monster. Utterly incapable of showing an emotion akin to love or adoration.

Or so, Ben used to think in his Kylo Ren days. 

But now, as he sees Hux and Rose exchange their vows in front of Lando, smiling softly at each other, pure love shining in their eyes, he realizes just how wrong he had been. He realizes Hux had been a broken man, despised and neglected by his birth father, ridiculed by society and, tortured and mercilessly used by Snoke. Even in First Order, the respect he was shown by his subordinates was born not out of love but rather, out of fear or as a way to get into his good books, to achieve their selfish aims. 

The poor man just needed someone who wouldn’t loathe him or judge him or mock him. Someone who wouldn’t use him. Someone who would help him see his errors and perhaps help him right all the wrongs he had made in the past. Someone who would love him and whom he could love.

And letting bygones be bygones, Ben is glad his rival-turned-friend has found such a person in Rose.

When Lando pronounces the couple as husband and wife and Hux dips Rose into a kiss, against a backdrop of the sun setting below the distant horizon, amidst clapping and cheering, Ben also realizes that this sunset ironically signifies the beginning of something really good in Hux’s life - something far brighter than the brightest star. However, should the times get as dark as a moonless night - he knows for a fact that the Hux-Ticos will never let go of each other, caring for each other and protecting each other with all their might.

⋆꙳•̩̩͙❅*̩̩͙‧͙ Snow ‧͙*̩̩͙❆ ͙͛ ˚₊⋆

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