#armitage hux x f!reader

[mylifeisactuallyamess]

Chapter 4: Coffee and Dinner

A/N: I love this chapter 🥲 just reminding myself how much I love Hux tbh. Sigh.

Warnings: mentions of food…and fluff.

Word Count: 3.5k+

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September blended into October. The leaves on the trees had all changed to red, golds and oranges, the leaves falling and littering the ground in huge mounds. Millicent came back more often now with twigs and suchlike stuck in her fur but she adored the attention she received off Hux. He had taken to brushing her once a day, he was up before you most mornings, the cat already fed and purring with wild abandon in his lap. He had talked you through the medkits and food rations he’d pulled from the pod and you were amazed by how not so different it was.

The bacta though was something else, when he sliced his finger on a piece of metal he sprayed it and within the hour there was just a small pink line left. You strictly told him you didn’t want any part of it, that was far too alien for you even as he spewed facts and figures at you trying to get you to see the benefits you still did not want that blue healing liquid in your body.

He had taken to staying behind when you headed into town and he didn’t disappear which you were pleased about as it allowed you to meet up with Sage for coffee.

You clutched the cup of coffee in your hands, your knee jigged nervously under the table as you watched the door to the diner. She was never usually late but then, you were stupidly early. Nerves made your palms sweaty as you rubbed them on your jeans, running over all the topics you could talk about with her. No mention of space men, no talking of Armitage. You could find other topics, ask questions about her work, tell her about the book you’d been working on because that had finally started flowing.

“Hey stranger!” You jumped up with a squeal and wrapped her in a tight hug which she returned, making you wince slightly. “How are you doing? You feeling ok? It’s been weeks since I’ve seen you.”

“Yeah sorry I’ve been busy writing, but I’m feeling much better.” She gestured for a coffee and you got a refill, the silence stretched between you both as you stirred your drinks. “How’s work?” You almost blurted out.

“Oh yeah, good. Busy. I mean it’s a bar…”

“Yeah…” you sipped your drink trying to ignore the way it scalded your entire mouth as your eyes roamed over the diner. Say something!

“What’s this book about?” She asked and you felt relief at a topic you could talk about.

“Well it’s a continuation of the last one, they want me to kick out so many words a day and the deadline is like February, so I really should write…more.”

“You’re making it into a series?” She asked.

“A trilogy. I don’t think I have anymore in me after that.”

“Can I get you girls something to eat?” Both of you looked up at the waitress, ordering your usuals before the silence between you returned. Why was this so difficult? When did you struggle to find anything to say to each other?

“You been up to much?” You asked curiously and she leaned back in the booth, turning the coffee cup as she tried to find an answer.

“No? I mean it’s literally work, sleep, eat, repeat. Nothing exciting.”

“No, same. Wake up, coffee, write, eat, sleep. Repeat.” You both nodded, avoiding eye contact with each other as you cleared your throat and suddenly wishing you hadn’t ordered food because now you had more silence to try and fill.

“Heard much from Brandon?” Your entire body stiffened at the sound of his name, the fear that he could appear any moment quivered inside and you swallowed nervously.

“No. Well he tried to ring me a few weeks back,” when Armitage landed. “But I blocked his number.”

“Good. That man is a waste of life,” she spat. The waitress deposited the burgers and fries in front of you with a shared basket of onion rings cutting the conversation short, thankfully.

“How’s Max?”

“Oh, cheeky as ever. You know he had really taken to…” she tapered off and you frowned.

“To what?”

“This new ball I got him, yeah. Keeps burying it in the garden and covering it in mud. He’s a fool. What about Millicent?”

“Oh you know, coming home covered in literal branches. We have to keep plucking them from her fur,” you recounted with a soft smile. “But she is loving the attention.” Sage was watching you and then it dawned on you what you’d let slip. Your brain tried to scramble for a new topic as your heart beat relentlessly against your ribs. “How’s the car?” You shot at her, almost following it with a wince at how desperate you sounded. She frowned at you over her burger, picking a piece of the bun off before she answered.

“Fine. It’s not fallen apart yet.”

“Mmm,” taking a big mouthful you hoped she wouldn’t ask anything else. She opened her mouth to say something when her phone rang, tilting the screen away from you she answered it.

“Hello?” She shifted her way out of the booth and went to stand in the corner, keeping her voice low she muttered into the phone. Chewing slowly you tried to listen, maybe it was her boss? Or Christina? You cast a forlorn look at your own phone, Sage was the only person you heard from these days or your publisher. “I need to go,” she huffed. Snatching an onion ring from the basket and grabbing her coat.

“We’ve barely eaten!”

“I know I know!” She muttered round the onion ring. “I’ll make it up to you I promise.” She gave you a swift kiss on the top of your head and an awkward squeeze across the shoulders. She went to fish some money out of her pocket but you stopped her.

“This is my treat today.”

“You sure? I should be treating you as, it’s your birthday.”

“You know I don’t usually do anything! Seeing you is enough, yes I’m sure. Go on, you can owe me.” She bent down for a better hug this time and you returned it.

“I’ll message you!” And with that she was gone. You debated staying and finishing but you looked stupid here with two baskets of barely eaten food so you asked the waitress to box it up for you. Swiftly you paid and headed out into the briskness of midday, but at least the sun had warmed up the inside of your truck for which you were grateful for. Setting the food down you realised you needed to do some shopping. Thankfully it was empty today as you meandered round the store, trying to ignore the sinking feeling of disappointment that had settled on your chest. You missed your friend, maybe it was high time you introduced her to Armitage, seeing as he was here to stay. Except, how were you going to explain him?

Hux emerged from the shed when you pulled up, the handbrake of your truck clicking roughly as you yanked it. He was wiping his hands on a rag he’d found, his coat fluttered around him and again you caught yourself admiring him more than you should be.

“Building another escape pod in there?” You joked as you jumped from your truck and he gave you a wry smile in response.

“I don’t have any fuel,” like it was an absolute possibility that he was.

“Sure, lack of fuel is your only problem,” you muttered to yourself. He followed you inside, hanging his coat up before taking yours and hanging that up too. He was so particular, and tidy. Living with him for over a month now everything became the norm very quickly, well he had nowhere to go so you supposed he had no choice but to settle into an easy rhythm with you. Some days you had heated discussions and others you just sat comfortably in silence while you tried to write and he filled in his journal.

“I got you this from one of the shops in town,” you told him, gesturing to a bag bigger than the rest. “I hope you like it.” You busied yourself putting the shopping away and trying not to watch as he dragged the coat from the bag. The coat was black, not as fitted as his greatcoat but almost as long. The silk lining on the inside was a deep but noticeable emerald green colour and for a moment he just stood there holding it up. “Don’t you like it?” You asked in an attempt to appear nonchalant but all the while you were desperately awaiting his approval. The rustle of fabric told you he was slipping it on, making you turn to admire him as he adjusted the collar unsuccessfully. “Here,” you stepped up to him with a quiet sigh, running your hand along the collar so it sat flush against his neck. You absently smoothed the lapels down, beaming up at him before you stepped back to appreciate how fine he looked.

He moved his arms and fidgeted with the sleeves, tugging it to his liking before his sea green eyes flickered up to where you were expectantly waiting for his reaction, your fingers pushing your lower lip between your teeth in anticipation.

“Is this to make me blend in more?” He asked and you refrained from rolling your eyes.

“I didn’t think you’d want your coat ruined in the shed, plus if we do happen to have visitors they won’t ask what the sigil means.” His whole demeanour went on the defensive and you braced yourself for a lecture.

“You mean the organisation I have dedicated my life to? All my hard work is related to that sigil.” He said, pointing to the coat hanging up. “The very essence of my…”

“Yes exactly!” You interrupted him with an affectionate pat on his chest, stealing the wind out of his sails and his expression relaxed slightly at the lingering touch. “I could sit here and listen to you for hours but other people, probably not so much,” you shrugged and went back to your shopping. Hiding a smug smile as you put food in the fridge, you loved how riled up he got over certain things, his passion was evident but occasionally you saw the wistful look on his face. He did miss where he came from.

You had given him some books to occupy him and he was, much to your amusement, currently nose deep in some of your favourite series. You thought the Dragon of Pern books would resonate with him seeing as they were space travellers settling on an unknown planet. He seemed to be enjoying them because he hadn’t said otherwise, though, that meant anything with him. He had hung up his new coat and sat in the armchair with the book, Millicent appearing from nowhere and planting her massive self on his lap, draping her front legs over his shoulder and resting her head in the crook of his neck.

You opened the cupboard to find yet again your chocolate stash was depleted. Of all the things you thought he’d get attached to it wouldn’t be chocolate but it was a good choice.

“I got you a new bottle,” you said, making him look up from his spot on the sofa, waving the bottle of scotch you were about to put away.

“When I return to the First Order I’ll have to make sure I take a crate with me. I find it’s more pleasing than Corellian Whiskey.” His attention went back to his book and the cat, your cat that never seemed to leave his side so he didn’t see the swift disappointment that no doubt filled your face. You hadn’t given much thought to him going back believing he was stuck here but now you weren’t so sure. Your gaze was drawn to the shed outside, maybe he was building something that would get him home you just didn’t have the heart to find out. Truthfully, you didn’t want to know.

“What’s in the boxes?” Hux asked, not lifting his gaze from the page.

“What?” He sighed, as though it was such a chore to repeat himself, you wondered if he was used to people hanging on his every word. The book tipped down to rest on Millicent who just purred louder.

“The boxes…?”

“Oh! Well we didn’t finish our lunch but it’s been left a while. I wouldn’t eat it now.” Tapping your fingernails on the counter you debated for a moment before walking over to the sitting area. His eyes snapped up from his book again and you smiled a little at the unspoken question that resided there. “I could teach you how to cook.” The book dipped once again and you could see he was considering it. “Well I think it’s time I start preparing you to make your own way here seeing as you can’t…can’t go home.” His brow tugged down a little and you swallowed. “Pretty sure you don’t want to live here with me forever,” you stated with a little nervous giggle at the end.

“Getting to know your food would be beneficial,” he finally spoke and your heart jumped a little.

“Well, I have the ingredients to make beef wellington and I just know it’s something you’re going to enjoy.” You grinned as you hefted Millicent off him, noticing the way he rubbed his chest where the cat had been sitting. She was a Maine Coon, this cat was heavy and she was nearly as wide as he was. Planting a kiss in her rich fur you noted the way she smelled like him first, with her usual warm scent underneath and you hugged her just that bit tighter before releasing her.

You washed your hands, passing him the tea towel to get the ingredients out of the fridge. To his amusement you opened the bottle of wine first, looking up you caught him smiling a little.

“What?”

“You always do this before you cook.”

“Always?” You enquired and he nodded, accepting the glass you gave him. “Some habits die hard.” Sipping the golden liquid you mentally ran through the ingredients, it had been a while since you’d attempted anything from your Nan’s cookbook. “Ok, so this is a complicated recipe but so worth the hard work.” You opened the book, hearing the crack in the binding and some of the pages slipped loose as they were disturbed.

“Why are we putting in so much effort today? I’ve seen you cook without instructions.”

“Because today is my birthday,” you said simply, running your finger down the page before moving to preheat the oven.

“I had no idea.”

“Not many people do, it’s generally something I don’t acknowledge,” you admitted.

“Neither do I,” you glanced up to see him staring down into the glass. “Just reminds me of the mother I never had the chance to know.” Your heart fell apart at his soft admission and on reflex you reached out to lay a hand on his arm. He tensed, his eyes flying to meet your gaze but he didn’t move away like you expected him to. You couldn’t find any words, the loss of a parent wasn’t something you could articulate and you hoped your touch alone could convey enough. Breaking eye contact he cleared his throat and peered down at the book, you withdrew your hand, blinking rapidly as the moment slipped past you both like a fleeting shadow.

“So the first thing we need to do is roast the beef.” You handed him a brush and he listened as you read out the instructions. As he brushed oil over the beef and you chased his motions with sprinkled pepper, trying not to get distracted with how close he was in your small kitchen.

“What creature is this from?”

“A cow. Also where our milk comes from.”

“What is this?” He pointed to the small pot in your hand.

“Pepper, beef and pepper are a match made in heaven. If you like this I’ll have to cook you a steak sometime.”

“Also from a cow?” You glanced up at him with a smile, his naïvety was endearing and it made your heart beat faster. Putting the meat in the oven you introduced him to the food processor and already you could see his interest flare at the sight of it. You let him chop the mushrooms, you expected him to be slow or to cut them unevenly but he suddenly revealed some hidden skills with a blade after you gave him a demonstration. Each mushroom was cut quickly and efficiently, the slices falling perfectly on the board.

“And you’ve never cooked before?” You asked in surprise.

“No, but I know how to wield a blade.” Of course he did.

“Right well,” you drained your glass of wine and poured some more. “Next we blend them.”

“What’s the point of cutting them first?” You shrugged as you swiped them into the processor.

“So they don’t get stuck? I don’t know, I just follow what it says.” He tutted softly as though disappointed in your answer.

“You should question things more. You have no fight in you.” Lifting your head you turned to glare at him and he surprised you yet again, with a small smirk over the rim of his glass.

“And here I was thinking you desired perfect obedience from your subordinates?”

“You are not one of my subordinates,” he pointed out. “If anything, I am yours.”

“Oh!” You put the lid on the top and smiled up at him mischievously, trying to ignore the way the words “I am yours” had your heart tripping over itself. “Well what would that make me? If you’re a General and you’re my subordinate?”

“Grand Marshal.”

“In that case, General. I need you to pulse chop these mushrooms but I don’t want to see sludge, soldier. I want a nice breadcrumb consistency.”

“Yes ma’am,” he breathed, the smile still curving the edges of his lips and you smiled back. “What’s a breadcrumb?”

You weren’t sure if it was the bottle of wine you’d had together or the joy of doing something so domestic with someone else but your soul was soaring. He relaxed, smiles were more readily gracing his expression and his eyes danced whenever you said something amusing. His laugh was reserved, as though he didn’t dare unleash the fullness of his delight. He was witty, his comebacks were whip sharp and you didn’t hold back your joy at his dry humour.

When you finally sat down to eat your belly was hurting from laughing so much but you were sure more wine would sort that.

“You’re right,” he commented after a few mouthfuls.

“I don’t hear that very often.”

“You told me I’d like it. And I do.” He sipped from his glass before continuing. “Though, I’m fairly sure you could make a womp rat taste exquisite.” You could feel the heat rush to your face at his praise and you tried to think of something to say except your throat had closed up. You took a gulp of wine but it was almost too much and your eyes watered.

“What’s a womp rat?” You managed to gasp out.

“Hideous creatures, generally native to Tatooine but for some unknown reason, people think they make good pets.” His entire expression scrunched up in a typical, what you liked to refer to as the, “Armitage doesn’t appreciate this” face.

“Rats here make very good pets, they’re intelligent and clean. I do feel sorry for the wild ones when Millicent decides she wants to play.” His gaze rolled to fix on your face, his head tilted slightly and he sighed.

“These are about the same size as Millie.”

“Oh.” He got up and took the empty plates. You finished your wine and stood, mentally scolding yourself when the floor tipped a little. Too much. He followed you to the living area where you flopped onto the sofa with a dragged out, contented sigh. He stoked the fire, making the flames erupt from the burning log before easing himself onto the sofa. His motion caught your attention, he never sat here, always preferring his own space in the arm chair. Slowly you slid across the seat towards him, just as he leaned back and draped his arm across the top of his seat. He glanced at you, noticing how close you were only to focus once again on the fire, but he didn’t move away.

“Thank you,” a huskiness had entered your voice that you weren’t expecting and he shifted slightly in his seat.

“What for?” Tentatively you leaned into him, resting your face on his chest. Hearing his sharp inhale and the kick of his heart behind his ribs, feeling the way his entire body locked up as you nestled against him.

“Thank you for making my birthday nice again,” you whispered. For a moment neither of you moved but then you felt his arm rest gently around your shoulders, his hand splayed on your arm and you fully relaxed into him. The heat of the fire pulled you very quickly into a comfortable stupor, making your eyes heavy and your breathing even. Sleep was dragging at you but you swore you heard him murmur something back to you, if only you could remember what it was.

[starlightsearches]

Hi Star! Huge congratulations on your 2k milestone - it is so well deserved!!

Could I possibly get "Let's Hear it for the Boy" with our beloved ginger general?

Thank you so much and congrats again!!

Drunk / In Love

Track 3: Let's Hear It for the Boy by Deniece Williams - Give me a character and I'll write a short blurb or headcanons on how they would want you to show them that you love them. 

General Hux x F! Reader / 📼 ✨ mixtape milestone ✨ 📼

Thanks for the request, my love! Sorry it took me so long!

The idiots from these two stories are back again. Sorry I'm obsessed with them (I'm not sorry at all). Warnings for some minor sexual content and weird consent issues!

Phasma said you were drunk.

What she failed to mention was how—how drunk you were, or how you ended up that way. It was only supposed to be a friendly dinner when Hux first suggested it (and didn't stop suggesting it until Phasma finally gave in).

He thought if you made connections here—even just one—that it might make you more comfortable being with him on this ship, and so far from anything familiar.

Although this might be too familiar.

He reaches the door to Phasma's quarters and they glide open automatically, programmed to recognize his approach. He sees Phasma seated at the table, out of uniform, a smirk playing on her wine-stained mouth.

Armitage is not prepared for the dark flash in his peripherals, or the arms around his neck.

Your embrace frightens him, and that alone is enough to leave him feeling hot, stomach swimming, even when he recognizes your touch on instinct. It has him weak at the knees, just this, has his heart in his throat as all the alarm and panic well up inside him, threatening to spill out.

Then your lips meet his. 

There's been a handful of almost-affectionate moments shared between you. The brush of your hand as you wished him goodbye one morning. A kiss on the cheek that missed its target, landing at the edge of his lips.

But nothing like this.

Hux can feel your mouth shift against his, lips turning up at the corners, and the little laugh that passes through them—maybe at the way his hands hang limply at his sides, or the crop of perspiration blooming at his collar from the warmth of your skin, the smell of you. He can't make himself kiss you back, although he wants to.

He really, really wants to.

There's no malice in your eyes when you pull away—Armitage doesn't think you're capable of malice. You smile at him sweetly, taking his hands in both of yours.

"I missed you," you tell him, each word bleeding into the next, eyes half-lidded and hazy from whatever you'd been drinking, "did you miss me?"

"I- uh, yes," he answers—unavoidably honest—his eyes flitting towards Phasma, who's so pleased with herself it practically drips from her, hanging heavier on her shoulders than the armour she usually wears.

A hot anger floods through his stomach, spiked with acrid shame. He doesn’t need any witnesses to his inept attempts at marriage.

Your smile widens, every facet of you bursting with delight knowing that he’s missed you in the hours since you last spoke his name, and then he’s back in your embrace, the sound of sweet laughter in his ear. 

He reaches out for something to brace himself on, and finds nothing. It takes everything in him to keep standing. 

Armitage peels your arms from around his neck, putting a desperate inch of distance between himself and the press of your body. 

"Why don't we let the captain get some rest?" he asks.

Your enthusiasm at the suggestion turns his stomach into knots.

He's able to usher you through the empty halls at a speed just short of a jog, one hand at your waist to keep you from stumbling, and the other wrapped firmly around your wrist to stop any further attempts at touching him.

And, though he can’t puzzle it out just yet—with the warmth of you still against him—he knows something is wrong with you. Something that wine alone could not bring on.

Armitage knows you don’t want him. Not like this. 

Yet you practically drag him through the doors of your quarters, mouth planted against his before the mechanical lock whirs into place. 

All the desire in him makes him sick—feverish and weak. His body shudders against yours, nerves trying to break through skin at the gentleness of your touch.

“Armitage,” you whine, pouty in a way he’s never heard before—always so polite and obliging when you’re sober, “kiss me back.”

He couldn’t refuse you, even if he wanted to, even though he knows it would be better for both of you—knows the way this memory will torture him endlessly, until the moment he dies. Maybe long after that. 

But still, he cups your face in shaking hands, and presses his uncertain lips to yours.

And it’s nothing like all the times he’s thought about this—about taking you, feeling the warmth of your breath mingling with his own, pulling you tight against him with his arm at your waist and kissing, kissing, kissing you, until he tires of the feeling, until he rids himself of all his hideous need to be loved and to be wanted. 

It’s nothing like he imagined because he’s terrified. Because he can’t manage to move the ways he wants to, tripping over his feet when you stumble deeper into his chambers. Because his stomach roils at the feel of your tongue against his stubbornly closed mouth, and his arms shake with the need to move, but his hands stay where he placed them, holding hard enough to bruise, pulling you closer with enough force that part of him wonders if he’s hurting you. 

And still, your mouth on his, your wandering, eager hands. 

The room spins; Armitage’s reason leaves him when his feet lift from the floor, your body underneath him, and below that the cushion of his bed molding you together.

Still kissing. Still you. Your hand, guiding his down the thrumming pulse of your neck, lower. Lower.

Armitage is on the other side of the bed before the thought of how wrong what he has done truly registers, his feet planted and one hand pushing back the fallen strands of his hair.

 “Armitage?”

He curses the day you learned his name, curses the ill, vile part of him that wants to go back. 

He clears his throat and finds it doesn’t steady him at all. 

“You- you should get some rest, I think.”

Your movements are clumsy as you crawl to him on your knees, fighting against the thick bedspread and the fabric of your skirt. There’s a little huff on your lips when you reach him, eyes big and wide and brimming with glistening tears. 

“Why don’t you want me?” you whisper, and tears well up to their breaking point, slipping down your cheeks.

Fuck. He wants to touch you, and knows it’s a terrible idea, palms aching beneath the leather he wears and hates—now more than ever when it keeps him from you. His hand reaches out against his will, hovering just out of reach of your skin and the tears he can’t manage to wipe away because, once again, he is the cause of all your suffering. 

 “You’re- you’re drunk, darling. You’ll feel better if you just-”

“No,” you tell him, pushing his hand away with your own, “why don’t you want me ever?”

Oh, gods. Armitage recoils like you’ve slapped him, the sting of those words and what they mean destroying everything—every moment he’s agonized over since he first saw you and knew you had to be his. 

“You . . . you can’t possibly believe that.” 

You nod your head, fists curled at your sides petulantly, and your stubbornness would make him laugh, if it weren’t so sad.

“I do,” he whispers, then swallows, reaching for your hand. You let him take it. It gives him something to look at, watching your elegant fingers intertwine with his. “I do, but I—”

How much of this will you remember? Even now, the idea of revealing this soft, vulnerable part of him strikes fear into his very core, has him wishing he could run, wishing he could escape the way your eyes flay him wide open.

Your hand against his chest, he can feel his own heartbeat meet the shapes of your fingertips, molding to you. Armitage meets your gaze, and as frightening as it is, there’s no part of him that could deny how deeply he craves it.

“Please forgive me,” he stutters, and there aren't words for him to explain everything he needs to, just the truth. “I am—oh, gods—I am a ruinous man.” 

He watches you, the muscles working in your jaw, the way your brows pull together, examining him, weighing the assessment of himself that he’s offered to you. 

“No,” you tell him, “no you’re not.”

He thinks you might kiss him again, as close as you are. Close enough for him to count each of your lashes, map the constellations you’ve hidden in your eyes. 

You drop to the mattress instead, and the look you give him has him holding back a laugh, the mix of stubbornness and grudging deference that has Armitage wondering how hard it’s been for you to play at obedience in your union.

“You should change,” he tells you, just resting on the edge of the bed, “you’ll be more comfortable.”

It’s easier to talk to you when you’re like this. It has Armitage feeling like he’s the one intoxicated, and he is, in a way. Because what if this is your most honest self? 

He didn’t think you could make him love you any deeper, but you’ve managed. 

“Don’t care,” you mumble into the pillows, trying to brush him away with a waving hand. He takes it in his own.

“You’ll ruin your dress.” 

There’s a look of intense focus on your face, and he wonders if you’ll refuse again. Maybe you don’t care about the dress either, although Armitage would be disappointed. It’s one of his favorites from your incredibly extensive wardrobe—a beautiful black and cream confection that always catches his eye.

But you shift instead, turning to look up at him. “Kiss me.”

Stars, not again. Not now, when the weakest parts of him are so palpable. “I- I don’t-”

You flop into a sitting position, hold a single finger up between your faces.

“One kiss,” you concede, “okay?”

He nods, despite himself. You wait patiently for his approach, still and hardly breathing through your parted lips as he slides closer. Armitage keeps his eyes open, and so do you, heavy as they are, watching the distance between your faces fade into nothing.

It’s not like the other times he’s kissed you, although all but one had happened only a few moments ago. You let him set the pace, his lips just barely brushing your own, a sigh bubbling up from deep inside his lungs. He can only offer a little more pressure before he’s lightheaded again, little bursts of light dancing across his vision.

He pulls back from what could hardly be called a kiss, and waits for your disappointment, for your insistence that he try again, that there must be something more, or better, that he’s kept from you. 

Armitage doesn’t want you to know that there’s nothing else to hope for. 

You don’t say a word about it though. Just flop your arms out in front of you, waiting, satisfied in your demands.

“Help me.”

And it passes like that, with more bribes in the form of barely-there presses of his lips to yours—a kiss for you to raise your arms as he slips something soft and oversized over your head, a kiss for you to clumsily remove the dress from underneath. A kiss to get you to leave him for a moment while he changed into his own night clothes after you’d begged and begged for him to spend the night beside you, and a kiss upon his return.

It feels like a lifetime of kisses to Armitage. He doesn’t know what that number would be for anyone else, but you’ve certainly exceeded it for him. He could die in his sleep tonight and have more than he ever deserved. 

And now you’re curled up beside him a hand at his waist, your head on his chest. Armitage breathes, but only barely, hoping he won’t wake you. 

The tension drains from him, his body the closest it’s been to relaxed in ages. He wonders if he should ask Phasma to invite you to dinner again.

He hopes the next time he kisses you, you'll be sober enough to remember it.

[beezusvreeland]

now that we don't talk - chapter 6

summary: After being rejected by Poe, the two of you are assigned a mission together. And a lot can happen during a mission.

ship: poe dameron x f!reader

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Armitage Hux was talking to a group of First Order officials. As you and Poe got closer to them, it became clear that Hux was already a few drinks in. He had another in his hand, his red hair was messy and the first few buttons of his uniform’s jacket were open. 

“What exactly is our game plan here?”, Poe asked in your ear, his face so close to your neck, he could see that his question made the almost invisible hairs on the back of your head rise. A wave of pride overcame him. 

During the few seconds between his question and your answer, Poe was consumed by his thoughts, trying to establish a timeline in his mind. He couldn’t help but wonder: had it always been like that? Was that how your body had been reacting to him the whole time? And if it had, why wasn’t he paying attention? 

He was trying his best, channeling all the years of training and experience to focus on the task at hand. Otherwise, Poe would quickly succumb to the truth: the feeling, for him, might be new, but all he could see was you. 

You, however, seemed as focused as ever as you strolled confidently through the crowd. The dark green of your dress made you shine even more.

“Stay here and let me do my thing”, you whispered, barely looking at Poe. 

“But…”

“Just let me. And if you see me going anywhere, follow me, but be discreet.”

This bossy version of you was extremely annoying to Poe, who was used to being the leader, even if it was you commanding, there was still a part of him that wanted to rebel. This version of you also turned him on immensely, the proximity to you was killing him.

You had a job to do, Poe told himself. Focus on the mission. Now he had to be very alert, his priority was protecting you. It should be getting the notebook, sure, that was important, just not as your safety.

“Poe?”, you whispered back, taking him out of his day dreaming. 

“Fine. Go”, he didn’t mean to say it like that, annoyed and impatient. But before he could apologize, you were gone. Gone in Hux’s direction. Poe had a bad feeling about this.

He watched as you slowly approached Hux. You walk behind him and put a hand on his right arm, which made the man finally notice you. His eyes went wide, looking at you from head to toe. Hux started talking to you, but to Poe’s fury, he wasn’t looking at your face, just your chest. Hux’s face was getting redder than his own hair. In part because of all the drinking, but the other…Were you adjusting your dress so your chest would be more prominent? You got closer to him, saying something in his ear. 

And that’s when Poe finally understood. He was so stupid, it was so obvious that this was going to happen. You were seducing Hux to get the notebook from him. That was a terrible plan, he never thought you would be the type of agent to do it. 

Poe was seething, his look intense enough to burn through Armitage Hux’s body. He just wanted to get you out of there and go back home, notebook be damned. Except, you were obviously not letting that happen. You laughed at something Hux said, the sound was very different from the one Poe knew — and missed dearly. The redhead’s eyes widen more as you say something else in his ear. 

And then Poe sees green in movement. He has no idea where you are going, as much as it pained him, he decided to trust you and follow your lead. Hux follows you after a few seconds, walking towards the stairs. Poe goes after him, holding his blaster under his coat, close enough to act if it came down to it, but far enough not to be noticed so soon.

After two flights of stairs, you enter a corridor, Hux right after you, stumbling and almost falling on the carpet. Though downstairs looked like a creepy nightmare, the other parts of the house were very nice. It was colorful, like its owners, but not in an overwhelming way. Poe had to give it to Jib and Boq: the place must be really cozy when it’s not covered in First Order propaganda. 

Looking ahead, Poe sees you stopping by a droid waiter and getting two glasses. Were you planning on getting Hux even drunker than he already was? Poe could feel his stomach turning, he shouldn’t have let you do your plan. Even though Hux seemed kind of an idiot, he could still be dangerous. The more intoxicated he got…

Hux caught up with you and grabbed your arm, pushing you behind the long crimson curtain that covered one of the floor’s many majestic windows and went in after you. Once he was out of sight, Poe walked as fast as he could — running would definitely blow their cover — and squatted in front of the curtain, getting closer to hear what was happening. 

It started with Hux saying your full name.

Poe took his blaster out, by instinct but also knowing there was no one else around in that corridor. Years of war and espionage had taught him to recognize movement through the sounds around him whenever his sight was compromised. 

The same ability let him know, by the sound of your heels, that Hux was getting closer to you. It sounded like you were stepping back from him.

“I never thought I’d ever see you again”, Hux said. 

You answer Hux with a soft laugh, using a different type of voice than normal. It was…seductive. 

Poe held his blaster tighter. 

“Indeed it’s been a long time since we last saw each other”, you said. “I know that we weren’t the closest back then, but I hear you’re doing great things for our galaxy.”

“Oh, yes, I’m one of the top officers of the First Order.”

That was a lie. He had a privileged position, yes, but he was just a pawn in Kylo Ren’s game. Absolutely disposable. 

“Well, I’ll drink to that”, you give him one of the glasses. “From old acquaintances to good…friends. I hope.”

Hux laughed nervously and then drank the liquid. 

“Look at you…what a beautiful woman you’ve become.”

“Thank you. I certainly am not that awkward kid anymore”, you stepped closer to Hux.

And got closer to you. 

“Oh, you’ve always been a sight to behold. But I must say you’re even more beautiful now that you stopped worshiping those disgusting rebels from the Resistance.”

Poe was about to either vomit or shoot Hux. He hated everything that was coming from his mouth. From both of your mouths. 

“Oh, yes, what a silly girl I was”, your voice got lower, as if you were almost whispering. 

Hux’s breathing became erratic and it didn’t seem to be just from his nervousness. 

“But now I’m a woman…”

The curtain moved a bit, someone’s foot almost hitting Poe. His ears picked up the sound of…kissing. Trying to stop his hands from shaking, he checked his blaster — he was good to go. 

The agitation inside the curtain didn’t stop. Desperate, Poe got up and went to the side where Hux was. He was about to tear the curtain apart when it all became silent. What had that idiot done to you? Poe pushes the curtain and walks in with his blaster pointed to where Hux was supposed to be. 

To Poe’s horror, Hux was all over you. He moved quickly to take him away from you, you said: “He’s passed out. I’m okay. Let’s sit him next to the wall”. 

Poe did so, trying to hold his anger from everything that had just happened. 

“Was that all from the drinking?”, Poe asked, breathing loudly.

“Yes…The sedative on his last drink might’ve helped, though.”

Poe’s eyes widened. 

“What do you mean…?”

“Oh, shush. It’s a little something to put him to sleep, he’s not gonna die or anything.”

You crouched near Hux, opening his suit coat, searching for internal pockets. After a few tries, you smiled at Poe.

“Jackpot.”

You take the thing that was holding your hair out, letting it down. The accessory was actually a small knife. Poe didn’t quite know why, but he found that extremely hot. He also had never seen you with your hair down. He hated Armitage Hux even more now than he ever did, which was saying a lot, but had to agree with the man on one thing: you were incredibly beautiful. 

Taking the knife in your hand, you got closer to Hux’s right side and opened more of his coat. You use the knife to rip out the seams of what looked like a fake pocket. Inside it was that damn notebook. That thing better be worth it, Poe had never been so nervous and worried his whole life. 

You got up and opened Poe’s coat like it was nothing and put the notebook inside one of his pockets. He felt like he could barely breathe. 

“Seems like some guests are having too much fun…”, a voice said in the corridor. You and Poe looked at each other scared. You couldn’t get caught, you had just retrieved the notebook, after going through so much trouble. 

“I don’t care what they’re doing, as long as they don’t ruin my curtain or my rug.”

Poe puts one of his fingers in front of his lips, asking you to stay quiet. He got in front of you and pointed the blaster in the direction of the voices. 

“Your curtain, huh? We shall see.”

The curtain is pushed and if it had been a millisecond before, Poe would’ve taken the shot. Jib and Boq’s shocked faces were the only thing that held him back. The hosts were speechless, seconds lasted hours. You took a turn around you, and Poe could see your expression changing as you realized how bad that scene looked.

“He’s not dead”, it’s the only thing you had to offer.

Boq stepped in, which allowed him to get a closer look to the stranger on the floor. He sighed, putting his hands on his hips.

“I wouldn’t blame you if he was”, Boq said, calmly. “This idiot has been the pointiest and nastied rock inside our expensive shoes.”

Poe looked at you and saw you were staring back at him. He almost unnoticeably pointed his head in the direction of the blaster. You answered with a curt nod. Poe then took his blaster down and put it back into his holster. 

Jib came closer and stood next to his partner. 

“So…resistance, huh?”, he said. 

“Yes”, Poe answered shortly. “Is that a problem?”

“Buddy, we don’t have any problems if it helps us not being forced to turn our sanctuary into a First Order lair.”

“Thank you so much, Jib. Hopefully we get to help you and more people across the galaxy”, you said, a bit more relaxed. 

Jib’s eyes sparkle. 

“Ah, you’re a goddamn delight”, he said and turned to Poe. “You’re a very lucky guy.”

“I know.”

On his periphery, Poe could sense your surprise. You cleared your throat.

“Can you help us out of here? Without causing more of a scene?”

Jib and Boq looked at each other and then back at you, grinning. 

“Absolutely.”

Poe only understood Jib and Boq’s excitement when they opened a secret passage in their room. 

“If someone wants to take our lives, they’ll have to work for it”, Boq explained, seeing the confused looks of you two. 

The door, like the rest of the wall, was made of a beautiful type of light wood. It was glistening. Boq started talking about the planet where he and Jib bought the wood, but the latter interrupted. 

“Focus on the task at hand, honey.”

The door led to a small room with only a glass table in the center. On top of it, there was a flower arrangement. The room’s other door, though, took you to a flight of stairs. 

“You’ll end up inside our garage. It should make your walk to your ship shorter and safer”, said Jib.

“Once again, thank you for helping us. Hopefully, you’ll have a future lacking the First Order”, said Poe, in his “I’m on a mission and mean business” voice. 

“Yes, we’re very grateful. I hope you can get these tacky people out of your lives as soon as possible.”

They laughed.

“Delightful”, said Jib. “Now go before the devil wakes up!”

And so, you and Poe went to the stairs.

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Dear readers,

It took me long enough, but here we are with a new chapter. Fun fact: the curtain scene was what moved me to write this fic. I had the idea an @d it wouldn't leave me until I wrote it. So here it is.

Thank you so much for reading. Please let me know what you think in the comments.

💌 Read my miguel o'hara x reader fic, 'dear reader'

💌 Read my miguel o'hara/reader high school fic, 'a very good idea'

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💌 I'm on ao3!

Take care!

Love, The writer

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Armitage Hux x reader - Modern Office AU + some background Reylo

Summary: You have been working for First Order for years now slowly giving up on the idea of your dream project ever gracing your presence until it finally happened, however, there is a slightly cold and rude problem, other team leader Armitage Hux. 

REQUESTS ARE OPEN (And I'm begging you to send me some)

A/N: There is not enough classic fanfics for Armitage and almost zero AUs so I am here to satisfy the bitches, it’s me, I am the bitches

+not betaread so be kind

Words: 5.8K

Warnings: some swearing probably, there is always swearing in my fics, talking about f themself cause corporate life is annoying, some inappropriate thoughts

Tags:@l0stinth3nightsky @this-harl0t-shant-be-unalive

Everyone in the company knew how mean and bossy Armitage Hux was, even if you were from a completely different department, but this project was going to pull you in his inner work team and it terrified you to get first hand experience with him. You heard plenty of times how he made new interns cry and the older ones want to commit a suicide. So you weren’t exactly thrilled at working with him even on a project you have literally dreamed of since being accepted to work for the First Order company, the most prestigious company among prestigious companies. The project required two different departments that almost never interacted which also didn’t help.

You were ready for the first meeting between two departments, each under the supervision of completely different people and personalities, to be just a horrendous trainwreck. But Armitage Hux being the team leader of the other one? You didn’t have to be some kind of prophet to know this was going to be painful just to watch. Even though you were anxiously expecting disaster to occur in the first meeting, the sunshine side in you just had to shine through. So you had an exceptionally good morning, you were on time, had a delicious bagel and the sky was sunny, therefore there was no chance of Hux fucking up your day.

The office building was huge but not exceptional among the other skyscrapers littering the city, molding it into cement block maze. The windows provide enough clearance for you to see the busy people already moving around in the offices above, you even noticed some of your own team members anxiously waiting for your arrival while preparing the rest of the documentation for today's team meeting. 

You knew you were ready, your team also knew but that didn’t put to rest the anxious little monster growing inside your stomach. Still, you put on your best brave smile and entered the lobby, greeted the receptionist Clara and continued down the hall to wait for the elevator. Beeping your employee card on the scanner, to let you proceed to the elevator, put you right back into your morning routine, well, just for your coworker and a sort of subordinate, Rey bombard you with questions in the waiting line. 

“Did you hear it?” Her voice sounded an octave higher than usual or maybe it was just your tired brain not used to loud sounds yet, nothing a good old coffee couldn’t fix in minutes.

“Hm?” Your brain was still too tired to properly answer and so you only mumbled an acknowledgement to her question. Slow sips of your latté seemed to clear your mind a bit, thank god for sales like bagel plus free coffee at the local cafe otherwise you would be unusable these days.

“You know what I mean.” You were sure if you were to meet eyes with Rey, she would pierce you with that intense gaze. 

“The merge.” There was no merge, so far you weren’t even aware of any cuts in finances for this year or the one to follow. Whatever Rey was talking about was most likely just a bunch of bored employees gossiping and conspiring together, nothing major, nothing serious. This realization calmed you down even though The Merge sounded quite apocalyptic.

“I can assure you there is no merge, especially not between our two departments, Miss-” A voice interrupted but it did not intend to finish that sentence as if the owner was too busy to learn Rey’s name at all. He turned his attention to you, measuring you over, his calculating glare went over the ink stained hands to your low set black heels with that tiny cut on the left side you were so desperate to hide with black marker.

Armitage Hux waiting in front of the elevator for your arrival was definitely not on your list for today. He looked like a pristine image out of some magazine with men’s suits, his deep blue shaded suit with silver cufflinks perfectly paired with an expensive looking watch he was now checking printing itself in the back of your brain forever. Quite a nightmarish image of a handsome man with such a cold and cruel demeanor.

“You are both late. Meeting room 3 in 5 minutes.” And with that he was gone again, like a ghost, maybe he is a ghost of this building, stackup nitpicking cold monster that was stabbed by his tired employee centuries ago and now has to haunt the rest of you. He didn’t even turn around making you puzzle if he was truly addressing you.

“What’s going on?” Whisperyelled Rey, her wide eyes scanning the surrounding as if Armitage was going to pop up from the corner to remind her she has now 4 minutes left to be present in the meeting room.

“Trouble.” You simply answered your bewildered friend, there was no better answer to it after all. The morning you dreamed of was slowly fading into a nightmarish mess but at least you had now caffeined your brain enough to proceed to normal functions. Plus your team had your back, there was nothing to be afraid of except Armitage Hux and he was simply a man in a suit. Just an ordinary man in a tailored suit with a stoic expression.

And you were right, the team really had your back but Armitage definitely didn’t, he was mean and bossy and nitpicking and just so fucking insufferable. However, the meeting ended with both departments and their leaders arriving at a consensus, not a happy one. It almost reminded you of those messy divorce screaming matches in tv shows, except this was veiled in professionalism and formal language.

Of course your suffering didn’t end just as did the meeting, he was probably a sadist, prolonging your pain with his “Word?”. You were sure it wasn’t even a question, it was just an order for you to follow him straight to his office.

Armitage Hux’s office was neat as it can be, if it weren’t for the few scattered papers on the desk you would guess this was one of those exhibitions of furniture in Ikea. Well, even the Ikea display has more personality, some fakeass photos of happy couple/family. His office is neat until it’s bare, devoid of indicating anything about the owner’s personality. 

That’s kinda sad.

“Listen, I know that the project is not top notch of the quality it could be but I think we have a solid plan we can now expand upon.” You had to win this argument, you wouldn’t let him defeat you over a project you so desperately wanted for years. So, if he wanted to fight you were ready to bare teeth at this twig in a suit. 

“Oh, and before you say it’s-,” you couldn’t even finish before he interrupted you, “acceptable.”

 “What?” You blurted out, completely stunned by his remark. Did Armitage Hux, after all that tousling about in the meeting room, admit the plan your team created is acceptable. Yes, there were few changes happening after the “discussion” of both teams but nothing you have not foreseen already that also didn’t mean you were happy with said changes. But consensus between two completely different departments is everything the leadership asked for.

“The proposal is acceptable, I don’t understand why I should be doubtful, so far you have only proven to be a valuable asset for the company.” Armitage was always the epitome of professional and now he was complimenting you. He was complimenting you, right? Maybe you had too much coffee, maybe you had not enough coffee and maybe God was spinning on his chair and laughing at you up in the sky.

“Oh, thanks. I will take it as a compliment, even though you sound like a formal email impersonator.” Gosh, did you really just say that to him? There was a cold sweat pooling down your back, anxiety ranking up. Was he going to yell at you for such a statement, what you have heard so far it wouldn’t be unusual for him to yell at people over smaller things.

“I don’t.” His expression could be only described as a deadpan expression. It’s actually kinda funny, not entirely scary. He doesn’t laugh, noted, but you do and you also make people laugh and so you set your new target.You almost look around to see a hidden camera or an entire camera crew as if in The office. And while you amused yourself in your mind Armitage sported back his expression to emotionless stare before turning his attention back to the documents on the desk. 

“You do.” A small laugh escaped your lips at that moment and with his attention divided elsewhere you took it as an ideal time to run away exit the situation and also the office.

But before you could escape this storm of a man, he had to add. “Until the next meeting I expect you and your team to finish said plans.” And with that the conversation and mess of a morning comes to an end. However, there is still a lot of time for unexpected surprises before the day ends.

And so it began, the little you running circles in your brain over the thoughts of your new co-leader, the cold redhead slowly sneaking in your head again and again. It helped the clock to tick faster which was a good thing but the constant train of thoughts disassembling every part of your interaction with him over the time was like a cold shower every single time.

The last time you checked the clock read 5 minutes after 8pm and with that you started to pack your things ready to head home, have little dinner and continue with the paperwork over a random kdrama playing as a background noise. And as you bid everyone goodbye you noticed Armitage’s crouched figure in his office, going over some even more boring paperwork than was the one waiting on you at home. It was probably true, the first one to be in the office and the last one to leave that was Armitage’s schedule.

Sad.

And so you set your mind on a new plan, a horrible and cruel plan to ruin your late morning and exchange it for an early cold shower wake up and speed walk to a cafe not only for your favorite bagel but also a special delivery of coffee.

God, what am I even doing this early?

When the alarm buzzed you were around 100% sure you were making a mistake. Waking this early should be a crime. No, It is a crime. Especially when you were a busy little bee like you always are and spent the whole night until 3am working. But part of you knew it was going to be worthy, today was the day you were going to crack that tough ice cold exterior of Armitage’s facade.

If waking up this early wasn’t a mistake the cold shower definitely was but in all honesty you were just afraid you would fall asleep on the bus, so cold shower it was. In the end it was kinda worthy, you got your favorite bagel without having to wait in long line; got another free coffee, you had no idea if the sale was still on or if you just looked so terrible they felt sad for you and just had to give it to you; you also got Armitage his coffee and as a big finale you were on time, actually very early overall. 

The office was ruefully empty. And there was no Rey to talk to, you knew she wasn’t going to be in the office until 9am but you still hoped even she would find the idea of early start amusing. In reality you expected to get laughed at when she finally decides to grace the office with her presence.

You might have felt alone in the empty corridors of the building but it was not so empty after all. The curtain might have been drawn but you could see a slim light escaping in between them from his office, the artificial light was definitely not sunshine. 

He must have stayed up all night.

Mustering courage you knocked on his door before waiting on an invitation to let yourself in. It was useless, there was no sound coming from the office and so you knocked again and then again. Realizing he was not going to answer you decided to open the door and check up on him anyway.

He was sleeping on his desk with his suit jacket over the chair behind him and loose tie around his neck. The dress shirt slightly crumpled at the edges, his red hair tousled around and neck craned in such an uncomfortable position you were sure of his incoming back pain.

“Knock, knock.” You tried to say softly, just lightly waking him up but instead you groaned, your voice still not comfortable from no use this morning, startling him awake.

“I-” His form jolted, eyes flying open and searching the room for the culprit of his rough awakening. Blue eyes finally gazing upon you, Armitage looked boyishly handsome that morning, it was not just the wide expression but the state of disarray you found him in.

You decided against speaking, part of you afraid your blushing form would say something stupid, the stupid thoughts of the redhead not leaving you alone. The, almost like a cardboard, coffee cup made an uncomfortable noise once you pushed it on the table toward its owner, making the moment even more awkward.

He took a slow sip, still not fixing his hair or attire and part of you wished he never would, it suited him and you probably liked it even more than it actually suited him. 

“How did you know what coffee I drink?” His voice still hoarse and laced with sleepiness painted your cheeks even more crimson red. God it made you imagine things, you didn’t even know from where the thoughts were coming but there was somehow no way to stopping them. Your view of Armitage Hux completely shattering and rearranging itself into a different image.

“It's just black coffee, Hux, I assumed you would like black coffee, you are like the embodiment of black coffee.”

“Thank you, that's very considerate of you.” His lips touched the cup in a cautious move before he took a sip, trying to hide his small smile but you noticed it, you definitely noticed it and you knew you won. You won Armitage Hux over with a simple gesture of kindness.

”Was it a compliment or?” You wanted to laugh and you wanted to see more of a happier Armitage from now on. You felt like you got closer to Hux at that moment, a possible friendship started to blossom between the two of you. 

“Who knows.” Shrugging, he moved on to finally fix himself a little, smirk still apparent on his lips complimenting his tired stare. In that moment you wanted to experience more moments like this and you sure were going to try.

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Finally it was the day the board would either accept the project or deny it. You couldn’t sleep for two days prior and even before that you slept only around 15 hours in a week, you felt almost dead. Both of you, Armitage and you, were now staring at your notebooks, ready to receive the final answer to your now weeks long struggle. 

Armitage's notebook beeped, a notification sounding off, sending you flying across the desk almost into his lap, not even considering it could be a completely different email or even personal thing.

You and Armitage got closer, just as the both of your teams, over the weeks you spent on this project, countless nights together in the office seemed to harden your relationship even more. You had fun, Armitage was not only a hardworking perfectionist and handsome man, he was also very funny, like ridiculously funny in your opinion.

The email was long, like unnecessarily when it comes to formal corporal emails but the end of it was just so promising. Both of you skimmed over the words, searching for the phrases denied. There was none, the only thing in the end it contained was so sweet and wanted approval for your project, relieving you both of disappointment.

You were not sure who was the first, if you or Armitage, but now the both of you were jumping as high as you could while clinging to each other, a victorious hug. It could take only seconds or minutes, you squealing and Armitage yelling, hugging each other and jumping once again, but when it was over, the embarrassment in both parties was apparent. 

Anyone could come into this office at any time, it was not uncommon for most of the higher ranking employees to just not knock and barge in and if they saw the team leaders of the current biggest project in the company disheveled and out of breath, who knows what they would think.

There was a common understanding of this premise and so the following actions were understandable, while you tried to smooth your skirt down, Armitage did the same to his hair and also his tie. He was still out of breath and a bit flushed, his look of happiness making you warm again.

“You should trust your guts more.” And again with his disheveled appearance, this man was going to be the death of you for sure. And while he was busy sporting himself back into his usual calm and perfect form you had to admire how far the both of you have come. 

“Trust my guts? Armitage, I have a crippling anxiety.” Wholehearted laugh clawed its way out of your throat, making him smile. “That’s like the worst advice ever.” You continued still giggling like a little girl with your cheeks starting to hurt from all the happiness flowing inside you.

“I tried.”

“I appreciate it.” You gave him a small shy smile, your cheeks were still too warm for you to completely concentrate. “Thank you.” You whispered in the end.

“You are welcome.” Nodding fondly over this conversation, Hux gave you a smug expression, which you have completely missed because you turned your attention back to the documents you had to prepare for the next meeting.

“Even though you should be the one thanking me for my amazing advice.” Armitage chimes in, relaxed expression kept in place while he slightly nudged you in the ribs.

“Was it a joke?” Your face morphing into a shocked amused grin, you turned to him, observing the man momentarily. “Did Armitage Hux just make a joke?” You were not aware that Armitage Hux, the cold hearted redhead, could joke but you liked it and hoped it would stay like this for a while.

“I regret ever interacting with you.” You could see the slight smirk forming on Armitage's face when he spoke, unable to contain it. Since starting working on this project you and Armitage really got close, you would even call him your friend now. Yeah, he was still sometimes a cold prick but you could see the appeal of him. Handsome, smart and very passionate for his work with a decent sense of humor, Armitage Hux was definitely a catch. This project really opened your eyes when it came to him.

“You don’t.” Your elbow met what you firstly assumed would be a bony mass but in reality was well defined muscles under what you deemed was branded suit.

“I do.” He couldn’t fight the smirk off now. It was awfully obvious. The past you would probably be slightly horrified over the thought of Armitage Hux smirking. The picture of it being painted under the impression that he is obviously an evil corporate man. However, seeing him smirk now sparked something completely different in you. The silly picture of an evil man from a cartoon you used to hold in your mind when someone said his name was replaced with a charming looking redhead man in a suit with a warm aura around him. 

“Nah.” You felt silly, stupid and giddy over this man and how warm he made you feel even though everyone viewed him as a cold and mean man he never was. “You love it.” 

“Yeah, I do.” The stare he gave you made something carnal turn in you, it was not an alien feeling but with Armitage there was a new intensity to it. Red liquid heat pooled inside your belly under his loving gaze.

Oh.

“I-I have to go and- inform the team, you know- so they like- know and- stuff.” You titered a bit, unsure how to continue such a conversation. Did Armitage Hux really make your heart skip a beat now? First he jokes and now he makes your heart flutter, the world truly is full of wonders

.

“Yeah, totally. I-” He seemed absentminded for a second, something you could hardly ever see on the young team leader’s face. Everyone might talk about his cold attitude but no one could deny how dedicated Armitage was to his work. Even though you weren’t from the same department you knew long before this project presented itself in front of you, that he was the first in the office and also the last one to leave. His workaholism seemed even more prominent with his quick responses to your emails regarding the shared project no matter at which hour you would send them. It was something worth admiring and fearing at the same time. And now you were the one stuck in their mind and still staring at him. 

“Hey, would you like- to go for a coffee or something?” His voice cracked in the middle, maybe it was trying to stop him from continuing but he still pushed through, the final bits of courage sending him past the finish line, finally asking.

OH.

“Your proposal is acceptable.” You tried to imitate his voice, those words as a reminder to the conversation you had with him after the first meeting.

“Thank god.” The relief on his face was comforting to see. Armitage was really keen to go out with you and it made you happy beyond anything.

Bonus little bits with Armitage’s POV:

He really hoped he could avoid Ben this morning but luck seemed not to be on his side this time. Armitage and Ben have been friend-workers since they both started in the company. They actually knew each other even before since they both went to the same college. At first they were not awfully close, Ben liked to annoy the fuck out of Armitage while he was trying to enjoy his morning coffee, lunch or evening run. Basically destroying nice things he liked but somehow the two of them stuck together and formed a sort of friendship over some time. That of course didn’t change anything on Ben annoying him with every single ounce he had in himself, which was the exact reason he really wanted to escape him this morning. This perfect late morning, he decided to enjoy himself and to read in bed until it was completely necessary to go to work. He never did that but recent sunshine in his office seemed to brighten his life and mood all the time so why not to enjoy a slow morning, he was after all always on time for 5 years straight now.

Armitage could see Ben towering over the cubicles scattered over the big room on the second floor of the company building. Ben was currently laughing over something some brown haired woman said, Armitage recently learnt her name was Rey and Ben was incredibly fond of her. This information was obviously carefully and pragmatically locked down inside his brain to be used later if the time called for it.  

And so Armitage hoped he could silently walk down to his office without Ben annoying him so early in the morning, leaving him to reminisce about what today could bring him, especially if it was in the form of a cute co-leader he recently had the chance to meet. He was wrong, obviously, well not really, but yes, he was wrong.

The young redhead was correct when his thoughts browsed back to you and if you would be as cheerful in his presence as you were yesterday. What he however didn’t mean to summon was not only your attention but also Ben’s.

“Armitage!” And there you were, a sunshine smile and loud voice directing everyone's attention, including Ben’s, to yourself before they turned to see him.

He simply nods in acknowledgement without realizing his face was graced with a slowly spreading smile. Ignoring his previous distaste in morning conversation, giving her a small wave didn’t seem so annoying as greeting Ben.

“Well, well, well, who is trying to sneak by.” God, just his voice could irritate Armitage to death on most days but today it was exceptionally nightmare inducing.

“I wasn’t sneaking by. I was simply walking to my office.” He answers curly, not giving even a glance to Ben, his expression still souring into deadpan one.

“You should take your coffee with some milk, you are awfully bitter in the morning.” Ben sniggers, amused at his joke.

“You're the one who is quite giddy today. Did the board meeting yesterday go that well?” But Armitage is ready to fire back right at him.

“Nah, not really.” This finally got Ben to shut up and Armitage to go about his morning in silence.

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“I didn’t think you were the type to go crazy over a woman.” Ben’s laugh is loud and childish, echoing on the open walls of the main hall between offices. 

“Don’t be ridiculous.” The look he gave to Ben was one of his favorites, offended and beyond believe irritated. It was a perfect illusion for him to uphold, ‘cause in reality Hux’s mind was in a midst of complete panic but still he kept on his killer pace to his office, maybe to lose Ben in the big space where the rest of the desk of their subordinates was located.

How much does he know?

This thought however, stopped Armitage in his walk, contemplating if he should address it more. And finally where he was sure his tongue wouldn’t twist itself in his mouth when he spoke of you, he turned around. 

“You talk like a cartoon villain, you know that, right?.” Ben’s tall form was not leaning on the side of one of the tables , his gaze partly fixed at his phone before it’s lifted to assess the redhead’s reaction. It was deliberate, it was all planned out, a humiliating and uncomfortable situation Ben could trap him in easily, to get all the answers he wanted.

Now he knew he couldn’t win against that ridiculous giant, this was always a losing game. If he took it too seriously Ben would admit to only be joking, trying to get a rise out of him, if he continued to ridicule or ignore his questions Ben would only tease him more, a truly lost game in Armitage’s eyes. “God, please go and do your job.” But still he could try to collect any advantage he could get his hands on, the advantage being taking everything and shutting himself in his office until the end of the day.

-collects all his things and gets up to leave

“I am working.” Ben’s cheerful voice still followed him, digging into his back in a teasing manner. “No, You are not!” Armitage was aware how his voice boomed through the office making some employees turn their heads over the ruckus but Ben was quite oblivious to his friend’s voice’s effect. He actually couldn’t help but laugh at his friend for moments still unaware of the attention he was given by his colleagues hidden among the various desks in that room. However, even Ben was deemed to notice the confused look he was given by one of the younger secretaries over the small cubicle wall.

“Sorry.” His hands flew up in an apology or a manner that reminded most of them of surrender, before he decided to lift himself up from the desk and proceed to an elevator. Ben of course caught a glimpse of her, so familiar brown haired woman who was already entering one of the elevators. Feeling his chance, Ben's quick walking, caused by his slight embarrassment from the situation prior, turned into jogging when he thought he was already out of sight for the rest of his colleagues.

“Hi.” The elevator was empty except for the said brown haired woman, she looked pretty, exceptionally pretty. Well, she always looked beautiful and so to level the playing field, Ben put on one of his charming smiles before he glanced her way.

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“You should ask her out.” This was coldly stated in the midst of conversation about going for a drink since both of the men’s projects were going to finish soon. The sentence positively stunning Armitage into a statue with a cold sweat pooling slowly down his back while his dark haired counterpart continued to munch on his sandwich.

“Ask her out or I will.” This time those words were slurred between Ben finishing the prelast bite and attempting to stuff the rest of the sandwich in his mouth. Ben’s tall form was stashed between the seating area and one of the tables, he was crunched over but no one of it helped to not make him stand out in the crowd of eating people with his broad shoulders. Ben always towered over everyone, except over Phasma from accounting actually, but everyone else was a victim to his high stature. It was almost comical just as his words. Still, Armitage fumbled with his hands, dropping from one the document he was reading while not being able to control the other, his grip on the sandwich slipping until it unceremoniously slammed in his lap and into the napkin he thankfully unfolded on it.

“What?“

“Ask her out or I-”“I heard you the first time.” Ben was used to Armitage’s cruel remarks or even interruptions but this was the first time he did so with such a vigor.

 “Why did you ask then?” There was a knowing smirk painted on his lips, the redhead falling into his trap one more time.

“I know you won’t ask her out.” This confused Ben greatly. What did he mean? The dark haired man adored teasing his pale friend on a daily basis but it was almost unheard of Armitage opposing him. He did attempt to oppose several times and it was not exactly as playful as Ben wished for, usually it consisted of Hux reminding him to get back to work and where is the fun in that? But this time, this time Armitage had something on Ben and he absolutely didn’t like it.

“Rey wouldn’t like that, would she now?” What was left of the knowing smirk on Ben’s face disappeared seconds after those words were muttered into the air between the two men. This time it was Ben who was left with red cheeks and ears, absolutely flabbergasted and fumbling hands with the wrappers of his now gone lunch.

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Armitage didn’t even realize how organized you were but now that he had the chance to see inside your office he was lost for words. Who would have thought someone like you would have neatly organized folders with color marked projects and spreadsheets for time management not only for your team but your work.

“You are awfully organized.” He truly was in awe at how your space looked. 

“Thanks?”

“I expected to find a battlefield in your office but it’s- surprisingly tiddy?” He didn’t mean tiddy, he meant a perfect, absolutely and adoringly perfect environment for him to exist, something that almost seems to be made just for him.

“That’s kinda rude, Armitage.” He was not known for making a lot of people laugh, maybe Ben but it was more of a laugh at his own account, with you it was somehow ridiculously easy, apparently.

“I was complimenting you.” He objects, trying to defend his honor, it was not in his intentions to come off as rude as it might have seemed. 

“Sure.”

 Again with the laugh.

“You should take it as a compliment. Organized people are h-,” he paused, gulping down his words until it weighed heavy in his stomach,”good.” 

“Good?” There was a suspicious smirk playing on your lips as if you knew what he wanted to say but Armitage almost sure you had no clue, you simply wanted to tease him a bit more.

 But God, what if you did catch his misstep? No, surely you didn’t. He gave you one more questioning look to make sure you were none the wiser. 

“Yes.” He had to clear his throat, to compose himself a bit by bit but there was an unbearable weight at his chest, almost too consuming. “For business. Organized people are known to be very reliable and hardworking employees.”

Yes, good. They are good. I totally didn’t mean hot. Because organized women are totally not absolutely hot. And I totally just didn’t realize it’s a thing for me. Ha ha. Please, act normal.

Armitage’s brain must have looked like a scrambled egg now, trying to unravel all his thoughts into a coherent solid state so he could function properly while unsuccessfully avoiding all his thoughts involving you and this office.

“Found it.” You held up a blue folder with a little yellow sticky note poking out of the main pages.

Oh, yes, the scripts for the main document, that’s what brought the two of you inside your office. That’s why he was now stuck between walls adored with shelves upon which sat dozens of cute plants. A complete opposite of his office but very cozy, it was obvious you decorated the room with a clear idea of making it a positive and comfortable environment. The purple sofa in the corner ideal for-

Yep, Armitage was fully aware he was fucked.

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Kinktober Prompts with Characters

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by Dead_Boy_Reads_27, Shiney121007

Words: 103, Chapters: 1/32, Language: English

Fandoms: Star Wars Sequel Trilogy, Biohazard | Resident Evil (Gameverse), Original Work, Call of Duty (Video Games), Heathers: The Musical - Murphy & O'Keefe

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, Underage

Categories: F/F, F/M, Gen, M/M, Multi, Other

Relationships: Armitage Hux/Kylo Ren, Erin "Battery" Baker/He "Seraph" Zhen-Zhen, Original Character/Original Characters, König/John "Soap" MacTavish/Simon "Ghost" Riley, Leon S. Kennedy/Reader, Jason "J. D." Dean/Veronica Sawyer, Kurt Kelly/Ram Sweeney, Leon S. Kennedy/Mr. X | Tyrant T-00

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You Have to Wake Up

Fandom: Star Wars, Kylo Ren, f!reader

Word Count: 1888

TW: Angst, Heartbreak, Torture (mentioned), Mind Break, Betrayal, Lies

Notes: Thanks to the anon who requested "Wake up. You have to wake up. Please. For me." with Kylo Ren. 🥰

Kylo Ren prowled through the halls of the Star Destroyer looking for something to take his anger out on. Once again, he had learned that Hux had been called for an audience with Supreme Leader Snoke without him. Kylo could not understand why the Supreme Leader still tolerated that useless coward. He was the one following in his grandfather’s legacy to become the greatest Sith Lord who ever lived. He was the one who had fought and won countless battles against the Resistance. He was the one who had proven his loyalty over and over again when faced with the temptation of the light, of his family. Yet, he was still overlooked in favor of this spineless worm who was constantly conspiring to one day overthrow and replace Snoke as Supreme Leader. It wasn’t fair. And maybe it was time he did something about it.

Changing directions, he headed to the interrogation room he knew they were currently closed off in. But just as he approached to demand an audience, the door slid open and two Stormtroopers exited, dragging a limp body of a woman between them. Though her head was hanging low, obscuring her face, a shiver ran through Kylo’s body as a sense of familiarity gripped his chest. But it couldn’t be….

Just then, Hux exited the room, almost slamming into Kylo in the process. But before the general could make his usual snarky comment, Kylo demanded. “That girl. Who is she?”

Hux scoffed dismissively. “Just some Resistance scum we captured last night. We have been interrogating her for hours but somehow, she has managed to withstand our methods. Even the Supreme Leader’s. But we knew she would be a difficult one to break. She took out over half of our squadron single-handedly before she was apprehended.”

“How?”

“By using this.” Hux pulled out something from his pocket and Kylo recognized it immediately. He had been there when you crafted it.

When he held out his hand, Hux placed the lightsaber in his palm. Instantly, Kylo felt your presence in the weapon. Unlike guns or regular swords, lightsabers were a wholly personal tool which were crafted by each individual user and captured a small piece of their essence, their energy. And it was a presence he had not felt in a long time but one which immediately sent his heart racing in his chest. There was no denying who the prisoner was.

Luckily, Kylo was still wearing his mask so Hux was unable to see the fear that had suddenly flashed across his face. Clearing his throat to steady his voice, Kylo said, “I will see if maybe I can get her to talk.”

“I wouldn’t bother,” Hux said as he started to walk away. “If the Supreme Leader couldn’t break her, what chance do you have? Besides, she has fallen into some sort of trance or unconsciousness so I doubt you could get anything anyway.”

Kylo quickly hurried down the hall in the direction he saw the troopers taking you. Just as he rounded the corner, he saw the two exiting a room to his right. As soon as they had left the area, Kylo quickly slipped into the room.

You were laying on the bed seemingly asleep, but he could see bruises and trails of blood littering your body from whatever methods Snoke had used to get you to talk. Your breathing was shallow and uneven, yet your expression was tranquil in your slumber. Slowly, he approached the bed and sat down next to you. Removing his helmet, he rested it on the floor. It was the first time he had removed it in the presence of another in a long time, but he needed to see you with his own eyes. Let you hear his voice clear and unmodulated.

He ran his fingers lightly over your cheek. “Hello. It’s been a long time but you look just as beautiful as the day we parted. I think of you… often. When I made the choice to follow this path, you were the only person I truly regretted leaving behind. I dreamt of finding you, of bringing you with me. But we both know you would never turn your back on the ways of the Jedi, pompous fools though they might have been. Yet, I wish things could have been different.” He waited, hoping for any kind of reaction, but you didn’t as much as stir.

Sighing, he took your hand as he whispered, “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry for everything that I put you through. I’m sorry that you ended up here. And I know whatever they did to you must have been horrific, and I know I have no right to ask this of you, but I need you to wake up. Wake up. You have to wake up. Please. For me.”

For a moment, nothing happened. But then, ever so slowly, your eyelashes began to flutter and he watched your eyes come into focus. On him. “Ben…” A shiver ran down his spine as you breathed his old name. The one he had tried so hard to leave behind but the one that sounded like home on your lips.

Your eyes scanned his face, soaking in every detail, every feature, as you gazed at him in wonder. “Wha- I thought you were dead. How are you here? Have you been here this whole time? I’m so sorry! If I would have known, I would have done everything in my power to bring you home. Ben, I-”

“Shhh. It’s alright. Just rest. You’ve been through a lot.” Kylo gently ran his hand over your hair soothingly.

You leaned into his hand as you continued to stare up at him in wonder. “He told me I was the only one to make it out that night. I thought….”

“He who?”

“Luke. When Ren and his Knights attacked the temple, I was badly wounded but for some reason, they kept me alive. Luke found me soon after they left, and he brought me to safety. It took me a while to recover, but when I did, I looked for you. Luke said you were gone, but I refused to believe it. Even though I couldn’t feel you through the Force- Wait…. Why can’t I feel you? Even right now with you sitting beside me, it’s like you’re not there. Are you blocking me? But why-” Suddenly, your gaze landed on something next to him and your eyes grew wide. Following your gaze, Kylo saw his helmet sitting on the floor. His eyes snapped back to yours and he was met with a different form of disbelief.

“No…. Ben…. It can’t be…” But as much as he tried to hide the guilt and shame on his face, he realized the second you looked back at him you knew. He watched the wave of horror roll across your features and the tears spring to your eyes. “What have you done?”

But before he could explain, the door to the room slid open and Hux stalked in, flanked by four troopers. Silently, the troopers grabbed you and began hauling you out of the room. You didn’t resist, you just kept your eyes trained on Kylo for as long as you were able, the look of betrayal and heartbreak still etched on your face.

The second you were out of sight, Kylo whirled to face Hux. “Where are you taking her?”

The other man sneered gleefully at Kylo’s distress. “The Supreme Leader was able to sense she had a connection with you from before. So, when she couldn’t be broken, he assumed finding out about your treachery would be the last straw he could use to finally break her. I guess we shall see shortly.” He turned to walk away but paused to say, “The Supreme Leader ordered you not to interfere. You may wait outside but you are not allowed in the interrogation room until we are done.” And with those final words, he left.

The next few hours were agony as Kylo was forced to wait to discover your fate. As he paced frantically outside the door of the interrogation room, he could hear your screams of anguish from inside but there was nothing he could do. Eventually, the sounds dimmed and gradually fell silent altogether and he realized how much worse silence could truly be.

Finally, the door opened and Hux emerged. Before he had taken more than a few steps out of the room, Kylo was at his side. “What happened!”

Hux smirked gleefully. “Even with your betrayal weakening her defenses, she held out longer than expected. But in the end, we got the information we were after though it took destroying her mind to do so.” Kylo felt all the blood drain from his face and Hux’s smirk grew bigger. “The Supreme Leader wants you to go retrieve the map as soon as the ships can be readied. It is on Jakku in the possession of an old acquaintance of yours. A man by the name of San Tekka.”

Kylo immediately remembered the man from his childhood. He was a friend and ally of his mother’s and somehow it didn’t surprise him that the map ended up in his possession. He nodded. “I understand. I will leave within the hour.”

Giving him one final sneer, Hux pushed past Kylo and retreated down the hall. As soon as he was alone, Kylo rushed to your side. You were still strapped to the interrogation table with your head lolled to the side. As he got closer, he could see your lips moving as if muttering something, but you weren’t making a sound. Your eyelids were half-closed but from what he could see, your eyes were glassy and vacant as they stared into nothingness. For the first time in years, Kylo Ren lowered his mental blocks and reached out to you through the Force. But the second his mind brushed against yours, he reeled back in horror. Hux was right. Whatever Snoke had done to you had utterly shattered your mind. All he could sense of the woman he loved were sharp shards and jagged slivers of your mind, barely recognizable as your own.

He turned his back to you, unable to bear seeing what you had been reduced to, what he had allowed to happen to you. You were gone and it was all his fault.

“It’s okay…..” Kylo whirled around at the sound of your voice, utterly amazed you had managed to say anything in your state. Yet your eyes were fully open and, though still unfocused, they held just the smallest spark of life. Maybe there was a chance you could heal. Maybe your connection to the Force was allowing you- “…. Ben will save me. He always saves me.”

Whatever hope he had for you evaporated as your words pierced his heart, sending a fresh wave of pain and regret through him. As he watched, the light in your eyes dimmed once more and your lips returned to their incessant, wordless movements.

Sadly, Kylo Ren bent down and pressed a soft kiss to your forehead but you made no indication you had felt it. Then he turned and hurried from the room, leaving behind the shell of the woman he loved even now.

[candy-ship]

I love hux but he is very stinky

[mylifeisactuallyamess]

Chapter 2: Who Are You?

A/N: I am emptying my Google docs of stuff and I absolutely forgot about this!

Warnings: Mention of medication, food, alcohol, the usual. OC (minus physical description) written from reader pov.

Word Count: 5.1k+

The day passed lazily, the autumn sunshine lighting up your cabin as you stared at the blank word document on your laptop, letting out an irritated sigh when you got up to make a fresh coffee. You made an extra cup and heated up some soup for your guest. Laying it all on a tray, you quietly entered the room to find that he was awake. His piercing green eyes watched you with a fierce intensity that made you nervous.

“I made you soup. And coffee.” He didn’t say anything from his perch on the edge of the bed. He was so upright and rigid you wondered if he had a plank of wood shoved down his back. “How’s your wound?” You asked, going to touch it but he jerked away from you, his eyes dulling for a moment when he winced. “You’re in pain,” you observed. The tablets still sat on the bedside table. You reached for them and the cup of water. “These will help.” His nose wrinkled up in annoyance and you couldn’t help but think it was the cutest face you’d seen him make yet.

“What is it?” He finally asked

“It’s medicine.”

“Doesn’t look like medicine,” he retorted and you could feel your back teeth clenching together already. Cute and annoying, apparently.

“Look, it’s not the tasty kind of medicine that children take. It’s not in liquid form for smooth swallowing. It’s a pill, it’s bitter. My advice, don’t chew it. Knock it back with a shot of water and your pain will melt away.” He looked at you, the muscle in his jaw flexing as he eyed the offending white pills in your outstretched hand.

“And you’re sure this medicine is safe?” You bit back another snarky response, not sure if he’d understand, and settled for a quick nod, just hoping he’d take it. You tried not to move when he reached for the pills, his long fingers gently brushing your palm, causing goosebumps to ripple along your forearm. He quickly put them in his mouth and sipped the water with a rough swallow, his face twisting at the taste. “That’s disgusting,” he muttered.

“Here,” you nudged to tray towards him. “The soup will take away the taste of the meds. I’ll leave you to eat. If you feel up to it, I have a fire going in the living room. You could sit in there instead.” Leaving the bedroom door open slightly you headed upstairs.

You started clearing out the spare room, where you kept things like extra clothes and furniture you just hadn’t got round to getting rid of yet. Pulling some bedding from the cupboard, you began to make the bed. Your battered ribs couldn’t take another night on the sofa. As you struggled to get the duvet cover on, the pain in your side and back flared to life, pulling a loud groan from your chest. Lifting up your top you turned so you could see the black and yellow bruises that littered your sides and back. Gingerly you reached out to brush your fingers over them, wincing at the hint of pain when a noise caught your attention. Looking up you saw him in the doorway, his green eyes roaming over your bruised skin with a blank look on his face and you dropped your top.

“You shouldn’t sneak up on people,” you snapped, embarrassed that he had seen the marks on you.

“What happened?”

“Nothing.” He stood awkwardly in the doorway, clearly unsure on what to do next so you turned your back on him and continued with the bed. “Are you feeling better?”

“Surprisingly, yes.”

“Well that’s good,” you replied, trying to soften your tone. No one came here except your best friend Sage, so to have a man stand awkwardly behind you in your sanctuary made you feel weary.

Especially as the last man you were alone with put you in hospital.

Still straightening the covers on the bed you watched him, his gaze taking in everything around him. He was looking up at the wood that made the doorframe, his hand carefully reaching out for the door handle as though he wasn’t sure what it was. “Are you going to tell me more about you?” His hand snapped back to his body at the sound of your voice and you saw a muscle tic in his jaw.

“I have given you all the necessary information.” Straightening up from pulling the covers, you hid a wince, not wanting to show him the bruises hurt you all the time.

“That you’re a General in some order. Ok, I get it if it’s classified, but you’re under my roof and I’m proposing a possible trade of information.” He seemed to weigh your words before giving a curt nod of agreement. “After I’ve had a look at your wound.”

“I’m more than capable…” he started but you cut him off.

“Do you ever let anyone look after you?” He closed his mouth, his shoulders tensing slightly as his gaze slid away from you.

“No.” You heard a sort of heaviness in his tone that he tried to conceal and you let out a little sigh.

“The first aid kit is on the kitchen table, I just need to put some more cream on it and maybe another dressing and I’ll tell you whatever you want to know in exchange for some answers.” He turned smartly, the great black coat flaring with his movement, his boots clicking harshly on each step. You followed at a more leisurely pace knowing you were going to need some painkillers and just hoped he didn’t ask anymore questions regarding your bruises.

He hovered by the table watching every move you made with that calculating look that probably made other people nervous. You just ignored him, finally coaxing him to sit down and concentrating on changing his dressing, trying not to flinch every time you twisted. You poured him a coffee before sitting down with a soft sigh and a grimace you couldn’t contain.

“Have you had treatment?” He sounded hesitant, like he was crossing a personal boundary by asking about your injuries.

“I have.”

“Who?” Your gaze lifted to finally look at him. He quickly grabbed his coffee making a face at the smell but drinking it anyway. He had bright stubble starting to creep along his jawline, his hair was covering his brow, which you were pretty sure he hated as he constantly tried to sweep it back. You thought it made him look particularly dashing.

“I don’t know you well enough to have that conversation,” you told him firmly. “Anyway, what’s your name? I can’t imagine someone would call their kid General.” He fiddled with the cup for a moment, as though weighing up his options. Eventually he answered.

“Armitage Hux. Son of Brendol Hux.”

“Armitage,” you sounded out his name, rolling it over your tongue, only for him to jerk slightly at the sound of it. “You don’t like it?”

“I haven’t heard someone else say it for a while,” he confessed quietly.

“And you’re in charge of this First Order? Where are you based?” He smirked, shaking his head a little at your questions.

“If I didn’t know better, I’d say you were a Resistance spy.”

“What makes you think I’m not?” You boldly asked with a quirked eyebrow, sounding so much more confident than you actually felt.

“Because I’d at least be bound. Or dead.”

“Oh.” You rolled your lips desperately trying to think of something to say when you frowned. “They just kill people?” Hux eyed you for a moment as though trying to figure out if you were genuine, but he did finally rest back in his chair and seemed to relax a little. “We don’t do that here. Tying people up, hurting people. It’s not allowed.”

“At all?” He asked with a furrowed brow, as though he didn’t believe you.

“No. It’s inhumane. Only people sick in the head would stoop to that level.” Hux quickly took a deep gulp of the coffee, the tops of his ears redding slightly.

“So tell me about you, Princess.”

“We can forgo the title,” you told him, wincing slightly.

“Lia.” Now it was your turn to shrug and settle back in your chair.

“There’s nothing to tell. I have no parents, I live alone, aside from my cat.”

“Cat?” You didn’t miss the slight infliction of his tone, his eyes darting to the floor as though Millicent was about to pounce on him right now.

“Oh yeah, she’s fierce,” you joked. “Might wanna watch yourself.”

“H-how big?” You narrowed your gaze but he avoided looking directly at you. The colour was creeping up the side of his neck and you guessed he was nervous.

“Don’t you like cats?”

“Like a tooka?”

“A what now?” You blinked at the odd word. This man really had lost the plot. You watched his hands, still gloved, as he gestured above his head to give you the idea of ears.

“Big mouth, teeth,” he breathed. You couldn’t help the snort of laughter and instantly he dropped his hands. His entire demeanour closed up and he stood, pulling his coat around him.

“Where are you going?”

“I’m tired,” was all he said, leaving you alone to your thoughts.

You were fairly sure neither of you had discussed anything of significance. You’d try again later. You busied yourself cooking some pasta with pesto sauce, frying strips of chicken in a separate pan. Music played from your laptop, the constant empty document glaring at you, judging you for your lack of words. Shaking the chicken in the hot garlic butter mix, you didn't hear Hux leave your room and come to stand in the kitchen. Turning, you let loose a half scream before you choked it down. He’d taken his greatcoat off but he was still dressed in the uniform he’d landed in. His hands were tucked behind his back and he cocked a red eyebrow at your reaction to his presence.

“Shouldn’t sneak up on people like that. Gave me a fright.” You downed the last of your wine and went to pour some more. “You hungry?”

“What is it?”

“Pasta, pesto, garlicky chicken,” you turned to see he looked like he was floundering a little for a response as he eyed your pans on the cooker. “Trust me, it will be nice. What do you usually eat?”

“Roasted Kajaka Root is something that has a bit of flavour and is quick to eat. I’m on the move a lot. Otherwise it’s just protein supplements.”

“What’s…?” You looked at him over your shoulder but you didn’t have it in you to ask what Kajaka Root was. “You don’t sit down and have dinner?”

“Not unless I really have to,” he murmured with a slight sniff of displeasure.

“Well in my house we sit and eat at the table.” You dished up the food, refraining from asking if he knew how to use cutlery and just giving him a fork. “Do you drink?” For the first time you saw something like relief flicker in his features at the unspoken mention of alcohol.

“Yes.”

“What’s your poison?”

“My….? I thought we were talking about alcohol?” He asked almost angrily and you smirked, opening the cupboard to the left of you.

“Things really get lost in translation don’t they? I have gin, tequila, whiskey, wine, oh and some baileys.”

“And you live alone?” He muttered.

“Yeah ok, you don’t get to judge me right now,” you told him waving a hand as though to dismiss his words. “You look like a whiskey kind of guy.”

“How arrogantly presumptuous.” You lifted your eyes for a moment, smiling to yourself as you shifted the bottles around, confident in your assessment of him.

“My friend is a waitress and I have been a barmaid myself. I know just by looking at a person what they drink,” you reached down for the closed bottle. The cap snapped as you twisted it, the deep honey coloured liquid splashed into the tumbler, you placed both the bottle and the glass next to him. You poured yourself some white wine, trying not to gawk as he wrapped his long pale fingers around the glass. He sniffed it before tasting, his lips thinning as he rolled it around his mouth and then swallowed. You felt a little bubble of pride start to warm you when he took another sip, he gave a small nod of appreciation when he put the glass down.

“So,” you picked up your own glass, swilling it as you regarded him over the top. “Where are you from? Don’t you have any friends or family I can contact for you? You literally fell out of the sky.” He chewed thoughtfully and you could almost see his thought process in his eyes as he stared at the table.

“The people you could contact, I think, are out of range. Do you really have no long range scanners? Comlinks? Am I really to believe you don’t even have a ship?”

“I live in the middle of nowhere in a forest. Do you see any ships? It’s not like I'm hiding a longboat in the loft,” you muttered.

“Not even a starfighter?” He pushed quietly.

“A…I’m sorry a starfighter?” You gazed at him in wonder, your words coming back to haunt you already. You literally fell out of the sky… He couldn’t? Could he? “Are you an alien?” You whispered. His mouth opened for a second, his face reddening as his fork slammed onto his plate.

“I am not!” But you barely heard him as your mind raced, your heart was pounding and adrenaline flooded you. This was too crazy, but you had seen him land with your own eyes!

“But you are…you came…you fell!” You stood up, the chair flinging away from you and he followed suit, clearly not trusting you. “Oh god you’re not human. Is this the beginning? Are you invading?”

“What a ridiculous notion! I do not have the time nor the inclination to invade.” You were staring at him as thunder beat in your ears. He looked human. Unusual, handsome, but human.

“Explain to me where you’re from because I’m freaking out a little and I don’t really know what to do!” Your phone was in your hand and you could see Sage’s name just under your thumb. Hux clenched his hands together at his sides, the redness receding slightly as he regarded you for a moment with those bright but pale ocean green eyes.

“I am General Armitage Hux, I come from a planet called Arkanis, where it rains constantly.” Ok that sounded sort of normal. Except it was a planet you’d never even heard of.

“How did you get here? On Earth?” You breathed, still clutching your phone in your hand which he noticed.

“This ship I was in encountered upon a herd of purrgil, they tore through the hull within moments. I managed to get into an escape pod but we were in a hyperlane,” his gaze unfocused slightly as he remembered. “We must be somewhere out in an Uncharted sector. Maybe Wildspace because I’ve never heard of your planet before and we have mapped some of the Unknown Regions in our time of hiding.” You were no astrologist but you recognised none of these words. “What do you know this system as?”

“Oh…uh…we’re in the Milkyway.” His brow furrowed.

“Do you have a star chart?” He asked softly. With shaking hands you pulled the internet up on your phone and typed in ‘solar system’. Clicking on a picture that had all the planets labelled you put it down on the table and he looked up as though expecting the picture to come alive. He made a quick face of exasperation before leaning on the table to look at the small picture.

“This is us,” you whispered, pointing to the green and blue planet.

“Are any of these inhabited?” He asked curiously.

“N-no.” He hummed slightly, almost in disappointment.

“Most intriguing.”

“Here,” you walked in a slight daze not really sure what you were hoping to achieve. Picking up the remote for the tv you carried on talking. “This channel will have all the information you could ever want about….ah look.” You pointed at the screen as he stalked towards you, he looked like a cat with all his attention focused on the screen. “A programme on NASA.”

“NASA?”

“You’re gonna need whiskey. Sit down and absorb. I need…” you faulted. You needed space to breathe, you needed to wake up from this crazy dream. “I am going to sleep and hopefully when I wake up tomorrow this will all make sense." You let loose a little hysterical giggle when you met his gaze. “Goodnight,” you said abruptly and started making your way upstairs. You went through your routine before bed, washing your face, brushing your teeth, putting pyjamas on, cracking the door open for Millicent. All normal, grounding things and by the time you slipped into bed you felt calm and relaxed. You fully expected to wake up and this all would have been a dream.

The sun streamed in, warming your pillow, and you sighed in irritation. With a groan you managed to swing your legs over the edge of the bed, an arm hugging your middle as the pain flared with your movement. The pain had lessened since you left the hospital a few weeks ago, or maybe you had just gotten used to it. At least the nightmares had eased for now. You padded to the bathroom, but the cupboard here was empty of what you needed. Wincing, you opened the bedroom door and suddenly everything crashed back to you. Two plates still sat on the table, but the bottle of whiskey and his glass were gone. As you made your way down the stairs you contemplated downing the rest of your wine, but you needed to drive to town today for food. You made coffee, occasionally glancing over at the closed bedroom door until Millicent came in meowing loudly for her breakfast.

You talked to her like normal, asking what she’d seen outside and if she’d frightened off any bears recently, but she just looked up at you with her lion-like face and those rich golden eyes. Grabbing her face you pressed your forehead against hers, letting the rippling of her purrs fill the space between you. Eventually she meowed as a reminder that she only came for her breakfast.

You made some toast, watching her trough her food as though you’d been been starving her for days on end before she sauntered back outside with a flick of her bushy tail. The coffee steamed when you poured it into your cup, adding just a dash of cream and tucking your laptop under your arm. Next you remade the fire and soon had it crackling to your liking, sitting down next to your coffee table you booted up the laptop and wrapped your hands around your coffee mug.

The bedroom door opened and you turned to see Hux emerging with his coat draped over his arm. His hair was wet. He’d obviously had a shower and now his uniform was beginning to look wrinkled in places no matter how many times he smoothed it with his hands.

“Sleep ok?” You asked, getting up and he followed you into the kitchen, ignoring the way your heart rate accelerated at his closeness.

“Yes.”

“How was the NASA programme?”

“Enlightening.”

“I love how you give answers and I have no idea if they’re good or bad." He shook his head when you pointed to the cream and you handed him the black coffee. You watched him for a moment, debating whether to tell him you were going to town today. Part of you wanted to leave him here in the cabin, but you were struck with the irrational thought he’d just disappear. If you took him along at least you’d know where he was.

“I’m going to head to town. We need food and to pick up some other bits. I think you should come with me.”

“Whatever you think is best,” was his non-committal answer to his coffee mug and you rolled your eyes.

“I’m going to get changed and then we’ll head out. Bread is on the side!” You called over your shoulder skipping your way up the stairs.

When you came back down he was standing by the window next to the coat stand. He sipped his coffee as he watched the world outside and you wished you knew what he was thinking about the little bit of Earth he could see.

“Are you ready to go?” You asked, reaching your coat.

“I can’t really say no can I?”

“Great. I will start up the Conqueror.”

“You have a ship? You lied to me?” His voice rose as his temper immediately flared and you recoiled slightly.

“Wait, what? No, it's my truck.”

“A tr…uck?” He asked stumbling over the word

“T-r-u-c-k. How can you not know what a truck is?” You retaliated.

“How do you not have a long range comlink?” He shot back, his pale skin flushing.

“How come you don’t know what planet you’re on?” You retorted with a shrug.

“How do you not know what bacta is? We could play this infuriating game all day!” He snapped abruptly.

“Whatever, we need to get you some clothes and we need to get some food.”

“I’ve got clothes,” he said with an air of indignation, his gloved hands adjusting his cuffs as he glared at you.

“Right, that uniform is not going to go down well in my town, also we have no idea how long you’re, ah, 'staying' so I am prepared to buy you some clothes so you fit in.”

“I shouldn’t have to fit in.” You pulled the keys off the hook, grinding your teeth slightly.

“I can tell you’re a man who is used to things going his way but let me tell you, Earth doesn’t work like that. The sooner you learn that the better, for both of us.” Opening the door, you motioned for him to precede you. He swept past you with a glare, his coat flaring with each step, and you followed him almost colliding with his rigid back. Mumbling under your breath you locked the door and squeezed round him. “What’s up?” You asked not seeing what he was looking at.

“What is that?” He asked, pointing and a smile alighted your face.

“That is the Conqueror,” you answered proudly, moving past him to stand next to the light blue bronco. “This is my truck.”

“How does it fly?” He asked, his tone full of shock and horror at the sight before him.

“No, no she doesn’t fly. You see these?” You asked, pointing at the chunky tyres. “These are wheels…”

“I know what wheels are, I am not an imbecile.” You thought about taking that comment and turning it into a scathing reply but you decided against it.

“Come on, get in!” You opened your door and leapt into the truck, putting the key in the ignition and making the engine roar to life. You looked back to see Hux eyeing the truck with heavy mistrust in his eyes.

“You’re an experienced pilot?” He asked over the noise of the engine and you felt like rolling your eyes.

“I am a good driver, yes. Look, please get in or the shops will be closed by the time we get there.” You shut your door and leaned across the seat to shove his door open. You watched him wearily eye up everything like it was going to fall apart before smoothly lifting himself in, his greatcoat settling neatly either side of him and he placed his hands over his legs. “You need to….oh god.” To his abhorrence you leaned over him, yanking the door shut and pulling the seatbelt across his rigid body. He pushed himself as deep into the seat as he could to stop any contact between you, which you thought was weird but you were technically strangers after all. Once he was all clipped in, much to his chagrin, you pulled away.

“What’s wrong with your hydraulics??”

“What?” You asked over the roar of the engine as you revved it, bouncing you both down the track away from your cabin.

“Your hydraulics! It’s so…bouncy!” He was squeezed into the corner by the door, his hands holding on for dear life and his face was an expression of pure horror as you rolled the truck down the hill.

“Oh! The suspension. Nothing, bouncy means it’s working right?!” You exclaimed loudly, making your truck fly up the other side.

“You’re insane.” He muttered at the heaving sensation in his stomach as your truck crested the hill at speed.

“Lighten up, General,” you smirked. “It gets smoother when we hit the road.”

“Maker, don’t hit anything!”

The rest of the journey went smoothly and in the taut silence, you noticed his gloved hand never left the handle on the door, gripping on for dear life every time you took a bend. Once you approached town he started looking around, taking everything in as best he could. Was it really that different where he was from? You imagined tall buildings made of glass with LED lights down the sides, all futuristic and out of this world. Maybe flying vehicles? He seemed surprised your truck didn’t leave the ground after all. You parked up in the street, suddenly feeling nervous at the amount of people out and about this early.

“Maybe you should stay here,” you suggested.

“What? In the death trap?” You raised an eyebrow at his haughty tone.

“This is my pride and joy,” you paused, letting him have a moment to make a face and tut in disbelief. “Trust me I don’t want to leave you in here but the people in this town won’t appreciate….all this,” you finished making a gesture that empompassed his entire outfit.

“This is the finest gaberwool…” he started indignantly but you cut across him.

“Oh stop. Stop!” You groaned and he clamped his mouth shut, a blush creeping over his pale skin. “Listen, this is my world. I’m not going to be long. Can you show some discipline and sit here while I get you some clothes and some food?” He didn’t say anything, just sat in the seat staring straight ahead. “Fine, be angry at me. You’ll thank me in the long run,” you mumbled. Stepping out of the truck, you slammed the door shut and headed into the pharmacy first. Grabbing some painkillers and fresh bandages to restock your first aid kit, you could see him sitting in your truck, his head in his hands as he took a moment for himself.

You felt like you were spying on him, seeing the resignation in his posture now that he was alone. You felt yourself softening slightly, if he was an…an alien, he must be feeling so lost and alone. Not able to contact his people, his family. You knew what that felt like, having no one around, losing everything so suddenly.

Turning away from the window, you quickly headed into the clothes store and grabbed a few t-shirts, a pair of jeans (though you were pretty sure he wouldn’t wear them), some socks and underwear. You paused with full arms, staring at a plain white shirt and you bit your lip as you toyed with the idea of getting him something slightly smarter as well. He seemed to be the type that would prefer a shirt and trousers rather than jeans. You picked up a white shirt and a plain black shirt, plus a couple of pairs of trousers and some shoes. His boots were well made. You weren’t sure if he’d give them up and you highly doubted he’d be a sneakers kind of guy.

He flinched, his head snapping up quickly when you opened the trunk and put the bag of clothes in.

“Not much longer! I just need to get us some food and then we can head back ok?” He gave a barely perceptible nod before you were crossing the road and heading into the last store. You raced around, having no idea what he ate, but you felt like you were against the clock and almost working up a sweat as you moved through the store. You picked up extras like a razor and some aftershave, a new toothbrush and a comb. You heaved the heavy bags into the boot and dusted your hands off.

“Ok we can go home….now.” He wasn’t in the front seat and you felt your heart leap into your throat. “Oh shit!” You turned frantically on the spot, not seeing a big black coat or a flash of ginger anywhere. “Oh Jesus, fuck!” You leaned heavily on the side of your truck as you tried to organise your thoughts. You felt ashamed that the first thought was to drive away and leave him here, let the crazy fend for himself but you were too nice of a person and if you were honest, you felt slightly protective of him already. He clearly wasn’t in his right mind, but he hadn’t made any attempts to harm you and you’d never live with yourself if you drove away now.

Desperately you ducked into each shop, finally coming to the diner at the end of the street and seeing him through the window. He was perched on a stool holding a cup of coffee, you could see his gloves had been removed and were poking out of the pocket in his greatcoat. His hair fanned over his brow as he nursed the drink, clearly ignoring all the looks people were shooting at him. You stepped inside, quietly coming up beside him and taking the empty space next to him. You nodded when the man behind the counter silently offered you some coffee, letting him pour it before you added a dash of milk.

“You shouldn’t take it black here,” you commented softly. “It will melt the lining of your stomach.”

“Actually this is very similar to caf, I prefer it,” he replied, picking his cup up and taking a sip. You noted the people behind him were eyeing up his coat and boots and you felt the need to move him along.

“We should be leaving, I don’t want the food to spoil in the truck.” To your relief he nodded and knocked back the coffee, he watched you pay then followed closely behind you back to the truck.

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Congratulations on your milestone! 🎉 I’d like to request Track 1 with Armitage Hux please 😊

Drowning

Track 1 - Crimson and Clover by Tommy James and the Shondells: Give me a character and I’ll write a short blurb or headcanons on how they would pine for you.

General Hux x F! Reader / 📼 ✨ mixtape milestone ✨ 📼

Thanks for the request, bestie!

This is kind of a continuation of this one shot I did forever ago, but you can read it independently! Warnings for some allusion to sexual content and language. Let me know what you think!

Armitage is surprised you're not in his quarters.

And then he's disappointed.

He has no right to either emotion—you were given your own rooms for a reason. Still, he'd become accustomed to your presence in his sitting area every evening, or warming his bed when he returned late.

The way a wife should.

But your relationship isn't that typical of a marriage, no matter what Armitage had first hoped for or envisioned. It was a childish idea that started him on the path, even if there were other, more logical, benefits that solidified his decision.

There's no logic in the way he's waiting for you to appear.

Half-stripped of his uniform, he wanders into the refresher, listless. Desperate to keep his head clear of the worst of his thoughts.

But you would never care for him. You'd float through his spaces and on his arm dutifully, the way you'd promised him in your vows, and give him nothing more. And he's not capable of a relationship that would involve anything more.

There'd be no fondness or gentle touches for somebody like him, with a repulsive exterior and worse soul.

You couldn't love him. Ever. He should give up on any hope of that now.

The water's cold from the sink, the way he likes it, pressing handfuls of it against his tired eyes, letting it drip down his neck and soak the collar of the thin shirt he wears beneath his uniform.

The sound of water grows louder, deeper—a heavy swish instead of a light trickle.

And then your voice, not imagined this time, though he often heard you when he was alone.

"I didn't think you would be back so soon."

Armitage whirls clumsily, and feels stupid for doing so, the edge of the counter biting into his palm where it lands.

Oh fuck.

The bathtub in his refresher is deep, and large, and never used—Hux could hardly find the time to lie down, let alone soak in a bath—so it's strange for him to see it full.

It's strange, despite its deepness, and the milky quality of the water that floods the air with the smell of flower petals and salt, how much of your skin he can see.

Hair hanging damp around your face, the water just kisses at the slopes of your shoulders, caressing your body in ways he's only dreamed of doing.

Hux means to speak, but all the air in his lungs comes out in a huff. Tongue brushing over his lips, he can taste the fragrance in the air.

Almost like it's you he's tasting.

Your head bows. His silence has spoken before he's had the chance, and now he's offended you. Again.

"I'm sorry," you tell him, swilling the water between your fingers, "I should have asked before I used—"

"No—" he interrupts you, hardly a whisper, but you defer to him as always. Hux wonders what it will take to stop you from fearing him.

"There's no need for permission," he continues, and then trails off weakly, unsure of how to put words to the rest of his thoughts. Afraid you could see all of it on his face—thinking about how the fabric of his trousers would pull heavily at his skin if he slipped into the water with you, if he'd even be able to find the curves of your hips or thighs in the water's depths.

He is willing to drown himself trying.

Your tongue runs smoothly over your lips, folding in between your teeth, "Oh. Thank you."

He's got nothing else to say—no words that will make their way out, at the very least—trying not to stare but incapable of looking anywhere but you. Your soft eyes. The slope of your nose. Your lips.

He notices the way they move around your next words, although the sound is drowned out by the rush of blood in his ears. Probably for the best—it stops his gaze from traveling anywhere lower.

You're waiting for a response, but Hux can't give you one, cheeks burning. "What?"

The word comes out more snappish than it should. So off-kilter and so unused to feeling that way, he reacts on instinct, all of which are sharp and biting.

"Sorry, could you?" you point a hand in the direction of the counter, and the fluffy black towel that rests on it, "then I'll be out of your way."

"Of course," he responds, connecting the dots as quick as he can manage when his thoughts are so wild.

Hux ventures as close as he dares, passing the towel to you from a distance, like he might be sucked into the sweet water and your sweeter embrace if he gets too close.

You take it from him without touching him, and he's glad for it. Hux can barely keep on his feet with the soft smile you wear. Your skin on his would certainly be too much.

It's a sweet moment—one of few he's managed not to fuck up completely.

Until your expression falters, teeth caught on your lip. Hux has no idea what he's done to cause your discomfort this time.

"I'll just . . ." you start to slip from the water, and then it hits him, hard, like a punch to the gut.

A surprised grunt escapes Hux's chest, and he turns back toward the mirror, eyes shut tight to offer you some privacy. Nails cutting lines in the palms of his hands.

You would have let him see you. Would have stood bare before him as the rivulets of water traversed your body, would have let him watch, maybe even let him feel. Would have let his palms take in the softness of your skin, instead of the bite he feels now.

And Hux knew this already. No doubt you've been instructed to be a good wife from a time before you were old enough to listen—to offer yourself to your husband, to make yourself available whenever your he desires.

But would you? He feels there's a distinct possibility. And maybe even a possibility you'd want to.

A soft cough interrupts his thoughts, and he takes that as a sign to turn around, finding you with a towel wrapped tight around your body.

You fiddle with the edge of it, shyly meeting his eyes.

"Will I be seeing you in there?"

Your words are stilted, punctuated with pauses like you're picking around landmines—too shy to even say the word bed.

It's a fair question. Even on nights you stay in his quarters, you usually sleep alone.

He wants to say yes. Wants to so badly he feels it bubbling up in his chest.

"I- no," Hux says instead, tamping down the hope inside him. Not when the control he holds over his body is on such a tenuous string.

Your lips press tighter before you wish him good night. He's not sure if it's relief he see's in your features, or something else.

He hopes it was something else.

[neon-junkie]

Queen of Amber - Chpt.1

Summary: You're soon to complete your training, finally earning yourself the title of Knight of Ren. Your Master, Kylo himself, relocates you to StarKiller Base to train by his side, but you become distracted at the sight of your Masters enemy, the bases General.

Pairing: General Hux x f!Reader

Word Count: 1641

Rating: SFW

Tags: Slow Burn, Enemies to Friends to Lovers, Forbidden Love, Knights of Ren, Starkiller Base.

Notes: ugh I just LOVE the idea of being a knight of ren that ends up fancying hux and having to hide it from kylo. ive had this fic idea for... years..? and now im finally writing it >:)

The depths of space can feel so cold and empty, a vast plain of darkness, the light from the stars barely bright enough to draw away that feeling of nothingness. In some ways, it is peaceful, having a void so large and empty, but that feeling can be often be interpreted as deeper emotions: loneliness, numbness, isolation, etc. Those feelings are regular to you, or were, up until you found your calling in the galaxy and followed it through. Either you were in the right place at the right time, or you were bound to be discovered sooner or later. That's what you told yourself when it first happened, all those years ago. Some might call you a Sith, an out-dated term but one that still fits, like your favourite pair of well-worn boots. The term molds comfortably around you, engulfing you in the power that short word has; you've seen the way people shiver at the word alone, so think how they'd react when they finally meet one?

However, Sith wasn't the right term for you, and your Master, Kylo Ren, had told you this many times before. You were a Knight, or you're going to be, once your training is complete. Snoke had heard your calling through the force many years ago, ordering Kylo to find you and bring you back to him; you were a child back then, your planet stuck in the middle of a war, your parents had vanished amongst the smoke and you'd been pulled to safety by Kylo himself. At first, you were reluctant; you were scared and alone, isolated, mourning the loss of your family and home, just like the stars. But Snoke and Master Ren had been so kind to you, despite not being able to see Rens facial expressions, and despite Snoke being nothing more than a hologram. You'd discovered his real form very few times, usually trailing in the background whenever Master Ren was called to meet him face to face, and you knew that it would one day be you speaking directly to Snoke, when your time is ready. But for now, you find yourself on board a ship, finally docking on StarKiller Base. You've heard about this base for years, though you've never been on it, always occupied with your own tasks and training. Master Ren had recently been ordered to move here, which essentially meant packing his favourite cloaks and trusty light saber; he was one of the top dogs, being forced to share the base with a General that you're yet to meet. Master Ren has vented to many times before about said General. Yes, you two got along well, thought your status still stands as Master and Knight, or 'knight in training', as Master Ren always called you. His other Knights wouldn't bother with the longer name, simply calling you their Knight, or Sister on the occasion that they were being welcoming; they're a polite bunch, ruthless and bloodthirsty, but still your family. You haven't seen them in some time, busy with their own missions, just as you are busy with yours. You let out a deep sigh through the drone of your helmet as you stand, watching the ships hatch be lowered, welcoming you onto the foreign base. As always, your Troopers exit first, followed by their Commander, and then yourself. Master Ren is waiting for you, stood with his arms by his side, fists clenched, eyes clearly watching you despite his face being covered. You've seen him without his helmet a few times but only in recent years; he never took it off when you were young, probably not wanting to show how young he was too, only a few years older than you but his skills and strength said otherwise. You approach your Master, your cloak dancing behind you as you walk, your attire as dark and edgy as your Masters; he'd picked out your original outfit, through you'd changed a few elements of it throughout the years, adding your own flair to it the more yourself and your abilities grew. You know by now that you're close to completing your training, and you personally think you should have completed it long ago, but your Master continues to cling onto you, telling Snoke over and over that you're not ready, despite his words and pleads. Maybe Master Ren has something in store for you? "Master Ren," you greet him, your head nodding softly as he repeats the gesture. "How was your trip?" he questions. "The usual," you reply. "Boring? Master Ren suggests. "Mhmm," you hum in agreement. Master Ren begins to walk, his head slowly turning away from yours before looking forward, his usual body language for when he wants you to follow. "I'll be giving you a tour of the base later this evening, we have a meeting to attend to first, another petty one where the Commanders scream at each other because they're not progressing fast enough." "I thought you ruled this base with an iron fist?" you prod. Master Ren looks at you briefly as he walks, and you overhear the exhale he lets out, a soft laugh. "The General does, apparently, despite them being behind schedule for almost a week now. I plan on stepping in soon if he continues to fail our progress," Master Ren replies. "I'm surprised you haven't stepped in already." "Snoke has ordered me to keep out of it..." Master Ren admits, and you don't doubt that Snoke has had to lecture him again about his... temper tantrums. Master Ren continues to lead you down an array of corridors, the workers practically leaping out of the way; you can sense the fear on them, trembling at the sight of your Master, and even more so at you. The sight of Master Ren alone is enough to make anybody fear for their life, but two Knights? You're surprised nobody has dropped dead in fright, as entertaining as that would be. The room is already full of Commanders by the time you arrive; they're quick to stand, welcoming Master Ren as he enters, their eyes watching as Master Ren takes his usual place at one end of the table. Master Ren doesn't bother sitting, he never does, he claims it's not intimidating for a Knight to be sat down amongst 'commoners', but you'd enjoy being able to rest your legs for a few minutes. You stand diagonally behind him, sensing the fear in the workers, noticing the way they try their best not to stare. "Sit," is all Master Ren has to say. You watch the Commanders go to take their seats, only to jump up seconds later as a stranger enters the room. Master Ren instantly turns to look at you. 'That's him,' he tells you through the force before turning his head back around and facing forward. You know exactly who your Master is on about, the man that's caused him so much hassle during the years that they've been 'working together.' It seems the General has spent most of his life on his base, and you're surprised you've only just met him now. He's a little shorter than your Master, his fiery hair slicked back and glued into place, with perfectly shaped side burns and not a single piece of stubble on his structured face. He doesn't look very intimidating, not a man you'd expect people to fear, nor follow, but you're eager to see what layers there are to his persona. He's already glaring at your Master as he goes to take his seat, pulling out the chair but then suddenly stopping. His eyes trail over to you and his brows are quick to furrow, almost looking at you in disgust. "Not another one," The General speaks, and you can sense the frustration radiating off him. "That's not a polite way to greet one of your Commanders," Master Ren replies... Wait, Commander? It seems the General has the same question on the tip of his tongue. "Commander?" is all he asks. "Commander," Master Ren nods in agreement. "Has Snoke not given you the memo? My Knight here is to complete her training whilst on StarKiller Base. She has the role of Commander until her training is complete, then she will take the Knight status and join my ranks." "One of you is enough work as it is. I don't need two-" The General's sentence is cut off, his mouth is hanging open and his throat beginning to twitch. You know what your Master is doing, and you look down to see his hand in an arched positioned, as if he's choking the General. "Master," you butt-in. He chokes him for a few seconds more before relaxing his hand; Master Ren doesn't turn any of his attention to you, ignoring the Generals gulps for air as he finally sits down at his place on the table. "Shall we begin?" Master Ren suggests. The meeting goes on just as you'd expect - boring and heated, fingers being pointed and accusations flying across the room. Your Master had barely spoken during it, but you knew he was smiling under his mask at the chaos, watching the General bark at everyone, his face turning as red as his hair as he manged to pull his Commanders back into line. You didn't speak a word, you had no need to, and you didn't say much as Master Ren showed you around a few important parts of the base. Your tour then ended at your quarters, just down the hallway from your Masters. He had said his goodbye before leaving you to it, letting you finally unmask in the isolation of your new room. You spent the night unpacking, trying to find some form of comfort in your new home. Hopefully, this base will soon feel like a home..

[shinyasahalo]

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[anatee]

INSUFFERABLE | General Hux x Reader Smut | pt. 3

INSUFFERABLE | General Hux x Reader Smut. 18+. MINORS DNI. This is a direct continuation. I absolutely love him and will write part 4.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6

Word count: 12.4K

Content warning: fem!reader x Hux; a few curse words; smut: slight dom/sub implications, hair pulling kink, gloves kink, power kink one might say, fingering, oral (f receiving), vaginal sex (unprotected), handcuffs, just filth really; catching feelings and using privileges not-so-morally, soft Hux appears wildly as well

"Stay here with me tonight," she whispered, but he shook his head immediately.

"You know I can't. I should return to my quarters."

"I'm not letting you stay alone in that state," she said sternly, then stood up. "Give me two minutes. I'll change into my uniform and we can go together."

He knew it wasn't the best idea, but he didn't protest. Being close to her seemed like a dream at the moment, a breath of fresh air in his usual life. He needed her more than ever that night and had to put rationalism aside, something he had never thought he'd do.

She began to undress herself immediately and, even though he could barely see her silhouette in the dark and his imagination could go wild, it didn't. He knew she was naked yet didn't feel the immediate need to make it erotic; he simply adored her body in silence, letting his feelings for her grow.

Both in their uniforms, they moved through the corridors as if they weren't embracing each other and whispering confessions just mere moments earlier, and they walked quickly to hide safely in his quarters.

There, they both changed into comfy clothes and sat on his enormous bed, side to side.

"Do you want anything?" she asked in a whisper, trying to read his expression in the reddish light from behind the bed. "Maybe a massage?"

"No, I just..." he began, unsure how to name what he really wanted, but she seemed to know it well.

"You just need more hugs," she said happily and moved to embrace him tightly, keeping her head on his shoulder.

Yes, he thought. That was what he wanted and needed, more than air.

It worked wonders, the feeling of her body, her warmth, he could basically feel his heartbeat slow down, not to mention he began forgetting about his worries.

"I forgot to tell you..." he said suddenly, having relaxed a lot. "I have talked to Ren. We will award you the higher rank tomorrow."

"Really?" she asked in excitement, lifting her head off of his shoulder. "So what does this mean for me?"

"You'll get a new room, new uniform, new duties... But you will still work right under my command."

"No complaints there." She smiled and he couldn't suppress a smile himself. "But wait... So it means you'll call me Lieutenant Y/L/N now?"

He looked at her and sighed heavily.

"I look at you and I don't think I'll be able to get these words through my lips, considering how annoying you get."

"Then you shouldn't have agreed to it," she argued, laughing, then moved her hand to stroke his chest through the black material of his shirt. "Will my room be closer to yours?"

"So that's what interests you now? You should be proud of your military achievements, not..."

"Oh, so should I leave now?" She cut him off, knowing exactly which string to pull. And the way she gazed at him then, bathed in the reddish light... He lost all of his inhibitions, and gave up.

"No. You know I wish you'd never have to leave," he admitted quietly and she hugged him even more tightly than before.

"Me too," she replied sadly, then sighed again. "But for now... Let's just sleep, Armitage. I know you're exhausted. And remember that tonight I'm here. Not going anywhere."

That's what he needed to hear. He held her closer, letting himself lay as comfortably as possible, then placed an innocent kiss on her head, as if thanking for her presence.

"Sleep well."

The next day Y/N sneaked out of his quarters yet again, and then was promoted to the rank of a lieutenant. Many officers congratulated her, but only the congratulations from Armitage mattered, only this short moment he could touch her in public, even if just for a polite handshake. They both remained as professional as it was required, raising no suspicions whatsoever.

Immediately after, a droid led her to her new quarters which she liked at first sight. Her new room was black and red just like the previous one, but it was bigger, so was the bed, the window, a few other pieces of furniture, and, most importantly, she finally had her own bathroom. It was tiny and fit just the essentials, but was still thousands of times better than sharing the bathroom with other soldiers.

The droid helped her move all her things to the new quarters, and then she met some other officer who was to show her new duties - Hux was busy overseeing everyone and everything as usual. It didn't stop him from thinking about her, though.

General Hux always meant everything he said. And that is why when Y/N returned to her new quarters for her fist night there, she found a gift, right on her bed, with a short message attached.

A sufferable gift for the insufferable lieutenant.

There was no information on who it was from, but did she need it? She could jump out of happiness right then and there.

It was a black box with the red emblem of the First Order, one used for military supplies, of course, but she knew he couldn't use another one out of safety. You had to know a code to open it; he didn't give her one, but Y/N had an inkling it was the very same one he used for his bedroom... And she was right.

Excited, she couldn't wait any longer and opened it immediately. She wasn't disappointed - not like any gift from the General could disappoint. There, in the box, was a set of neatly folded black sheets, just like the one he had... The one he had promised to get her.

"How am I supposed not to fall for this man?" she whispered, hugging the sheets to herself, and then she glanced at the picture of her parents on her new nightstand. "Be proud of me, mom and dad. I'm a lieutenant now..." she said, then turned to a whisper. "And the happiest girl in this galaxy."

She wanted to thank him as soon as possible, but this wasn't easy. She either had to catch him alone, which was nearly impossible, or simply wait for an invitation to his quarters. She didn't see him at all the next day, and was left wondering what was happening with him.

The next morning brought compensation. She was in the headquarters of Starkiller, checking something on her datapad, when suddenly someone put hands on her shoulders.

"Y/N! We have finally found you. Lieutenant now, huh? Congratulations!" 

It was Malia, smiling at her along with Marlen who walked up to them as well.

"Yes, from me too," he said sincerely. "You deserved it."

"You can boss us around now, huh?" Malia asked jokingly, causing Y/N to smile.

"Well, I can, and I'm definitely going to try it," she replied proudly.

"I'm still wondering how it happened, though. 

After all, Hux keeps on punishing you," Marlen wondered, making her gulp. She had to come up with an excuse, right there and then.

"It's Ren who likes me, and he has a say thanks to the Supreme Leader, so..." she began and then immediately felt someone's presence right behind her.

"What is this? Chattering during work?"

She turned, her knees weakening at the sight of the General staring at her and her friends.

"I apologise, General," she murmured quickly almost at the same time as Malia and Marlen.

"Back to your positions, immediately," Hux said sternly and they obeyed at once. Y/N was about to walk away as well, always remembering to remain professional, but he had other plans.

"Lieutenant Y/L/N."

She raised her head and walked back to him, her friends watching her anxiously from a distance.

"Yes, General."

He looked around and, when he made sure no one could hear them, busy with their work, he asked as quietly as possible:

"May I invite you for a walk?"

She opened her mouth in shock. He was asking this bluntly? In public?

"Can we?"

"We'll be discussing military subjects, of course."

She suppressed a giggle, because she knew that was not what they were going to do. 

"Oh, of course."

"Don't forget your uniform coat and meet me..." 

he began quietly and then raised his voice immediately as someone passed them. "Lieutenant Y/L/N, I want you to inspect the new TIE fighters with me. Meet me in front of the hangar bay number nine in ten minutes," he said sternly and scarily, just like he would to any other soldier.

"Yes, sir," she bowed her head, and he walked away quickly.

And so, ten minutes later, she showed up where she was supposed to and they both did start with inspecting the aircraft, but Hux didn't choose one of the hangars nearest to the open forest by accident. Slowly, but surely, he moved with Y/N towards it, until they were finally free to stroll through the snow-covered woods.

"That was very cunning of you, General," she said as they entered the forest, having passed some patrolling Stormtroopers who cowered at the sight of Hux. "I'm impressed."

"Ass licking yet again, Y/L/N." He shook his head in disappointment.

"That we can take care of later," she said confidently and it was hard for him not to laugh. "I can finally thank you for your gift. It was the best one I've ever got."

"That's the only kind of things I give," he said proudly, causing her to roll her eyes.

"Cocky, aren't you?"

"You should be glad I find it too risky to pin you to one of these trees now."

Butterflies in her stomach, erupting in thousands. This was a feeling she simply couldn't get enough of.

"I suppose," she turned to check if anyone was following them, but they were all alone among the snowy trees, "holding your hand would be too much, too."

Hux looked down at his hand right beside hers, hesitating. He was so starved for touch, any of it... It would be such a delight to do it... That walk was a risk already, but fixable... They could explain themselves if someone saw them walking together, but holding hands? There would be no way out.

"It would," he said quietly, not meeting her eyes. "But we'll make up for it soon."

She nodded and they continued walking beside each other, with their hands behind their backs, as if just strolling the bridge. Y/N couldn't stop smiling anyway; in her head, it was their first date, as weird as their relationship, but somehow still romantic.

"This place... For a weapon, it's exceptionally beautiful," she said suddenly, taking in her surroundings. "I've never had the chance to see it from this perspective."

"Are there any other places you would want to see?"

"Any of them," she replied at once. "I told you I wanted to travel the whole galaxy once."

"You still do?" he asked, indirectly implying he would take her anywhere she wanted. But she simply looked at him and replied:

"I think I'm right at home now."

Hux hated when she did that... When she made him feel such strong, pleasurable emotions. He was scared he'd start showing them among soldiers. But he smiled, unable to hide it when she graced him with such confessions.

"And how is your injury?" he asked suddenly just to change the subject.

"Completely gone. Nixol scanned me yesterday. He claims I have made a full recovery."

"Have you?" He raised an eyebrow. "I'm personally going to check this soon," he added, making her heart jump out of excitement.

"Of course. Nothing can compare to the General's inspection."

"And it will be thorough."

They both smiled, not quite meeting each other's eyes.

"We should start heading back. Slowly," he said to her disappointment.

"Already?"

He hated the look she gave him, but remembered what could happen.

"Y/N, you know the rules. And we both have duties to take care of. You know it's important, the Starkiller is almost read..."

"I know, Armitage, I know all that," she cut him off. "But it doesn't make me want to spend any less time with you."

He smiled again, even if faintly.

"Come to my quarters in a week, just to be safe," he said, leaning a little to whisper to her ear:

"I'll have something for you."

"Another surprise for me?" she asked, nudging him with her elbow. "How did I deserve it?"

He inhaled sharply.

I'm falling for you.

"Let's just say that a lieutenant has more privileges," he said dismissively, still unable to express his true emotions.

They walked back to the hangars, making sure to talk about the military again, unhappy to begin a week of anticipation. They didn't even have time to exchange many looks as Y/N had many more new duties, and usually came back to her quarters exhausted.

The night before their meeting Hux was walking next to a spacious corridor, heading to his quarters for a good night's sleep. He would pass the loud-talking soldiers standing there without a second look were it not for the subject they were talking about.

They were discussing prostitutes, loud and clear.

"There was this one hot girl I met, I don't even remember which system it was... That's how good the sex was. Wish I could see her again..."

"I had a hook-up with an alien chick once," one of the soldiers replied. "And I don't want any alien pussy anymore. I always send off the alien prostitutes."

This was too much.

Hux felt like he was about to throw up. The subject of prostitutes among soldiers had always been disgusting to him, but now that he had Y/N, he couldn't possibly imagine getting intimate with someone he didn't have a connection with. A random girl? A girl that wasn't her? Never.

"What are you talking about?" he asked, stepping into the conversation right when the third soldier of the party was about to speak.

"Nothing, General," one of them answered.

"Back to your quarters, immediately," he snapped, then quickly walked away, unwilling to talk to them anymore.

The soldiers didn't really care about his words since they lost him from sight and just came back to their discussion.

"Wonder how Hux gets off. Or if he does at all. Maybe he'd relax a bit if he did..."

"With his position? I bet he's got all the best chicks for himself."

The next day was the worst part of all the waiting. Y/N met eyes with Hux many more times than she'd like to admit, because they knew that in the night, they would both find peace in each other's arms.

"Enter."

Hux sounded very strict when Y/N asked for permission to enter his quarters in the evening, at the time everyone else was busy eating dinner. No one saw her enter the spacious office with her hands behind her back, acting as if it was just a professional visit even when she heard him lock the door behind her with a switch under his desk.

"You wanted to see me, General," she said, standing in front of him as if unaware of his intentions.

He did not speak, he watched. Sitting comfortably in his chair, he looked at her hungrily, focusing on each and every curve of her body. At this point, he wasn't sure whether he liked the mystery or preferred what was underneath... Both were a view to enjoy.

They were looking at each other in almost complete silence, only electronics whirring and buzzing in the background, and Y/N breathing so heavily he could hear it and, most importantly, see her chest rise with every breath. This made him remember her breasts, and filled him with the unbearable desire to look at them, to feel them again. Keeping his hands on the arms of his chair was becoming harder, just like something else.

Watching him like this made her feel hotter and hotter with every passing second. Him, sitting there, no hat, no coat, just his perfect uniform, hair and gloves, kriff, the most attractive of them all. She wished that, whatever he was planning on doing to her, he wouldn't take them off in the process. And there was also his gaze, as freezing cold as the weather outside, so piercing that if Y/N didn't know his other side, she'd be terrified.

After what seemed like ages of gazing at each other, and after the atmosphere's become so tense they both couldn't wait anymore, he spoke:

"I'm tired. I do not have time for formalities today."

"Of course, General. I wouldn't want to waste your time," she replied, barely holding in her laughter.

He wasn't amused. Having taken one more look at her, he inclined his head towards the polished surface right in front of him.

"Onto the desk," he said crisply.

"The desk?" Y/N blurted out, unsure what he meant.

He pushed his chair back a bit, making space for her.

"Get on the desk and undress."

That she understood, and didn't mind at all. At that moment, she could do anything he asked of her.

She climbed onto the desk, then sat right in front of him, her legs almost reaching the floor. He fixed his position on the chair, then leaned back a little, ready to watch the show that was about to unfold just for him. He had already made sure no one would disturb them, so he could just sit back and enjoy the view of the woman he came to adore.

She removed her hat first, and he saw that her ponytail was in place, making him smirk just a little. Then she got rid of her boots and tossed them to the shiny floor, thinking it would get him mad, but he didn't look away from her even for a second. She proceeded to take off her gloves, finger by finger, as slow as she could for him to enjoy.

When they were gone, Hux shifted in his seat. Things were going to get much more interesting now that she grabbed her belt and unbuckled it. With the belt gone, she began unbuttoning her shirt, and then slid it off her arms slowly, revealing a black bra.

Excitement rose in Hux, so much Y/N could notice the gleam in his eyes. That's why, before proceeding, she decided to tease him.

"Which first, General?" she asked with her eyes fixed on his, and he swallowed before answering strictly:

"Top."

So she reached for the clasp of her bra.

Breathing heavily as she threw it to the floor, she allowed him to watch her bare chest raise for a few seconds. She already knew he was more than enjoying the view; his eyes betrayed him completely.

She was just about to grab her pants, but he couldn't wait. He moved the chair closer to the desk, then grabbed her hips roughly to pull her into his lap, their chests colliding. Y/N could already feel what he was thinking about her right underneath herself.

"Now," he said, putting his gloved hand on her hot cheek, "what do I do with you?"

But he already knew what he wanted to do. Keeping one of his hands on her butt, he used the other to pull her into a kiss that would not allow her to catch a breath. She threw her arms around his neck to steady herself and didn't even wait for it - she simply began grinding against him, making him moan in between the feverish kisses.

He could physically feel stress leave his body as she kissed him back, letting him use his tongue however he wanted while she kept on rocking her hips, making his pants tighter.

"I needed you so much," he rasped, trying to breathe during the short moment their lips were not on each other's. She wanted to respond, but didn't have time before he kissed her again, passionately, this time keeping both of his hands on her butt. Their hearts were racing and blood boiling, it seemed like there was no one in the entire galaxy but the person they were kissing...

Impatience began taking over Hux as they both felt his erection throbbing in the pants of his uniform. Having forced her off of his lap, he grabbed her pants and began to pull them down... 

To discover she had no panties on.

He gaped at her for a moment in utter disbelief. That little minx knew exactly what she was doing.

"No underwear on duty?" he asked harshly, having composed himself.

"Is that an offence?" she asked with an innocent smile and he was absolutely not having it.

"Yes, it is." He slapped his hand on the desk, making her jump as he locked her between herself and the furniture. "What punishment do you suggest I should impose on you, Lieutenant? Send you to cleaning? Discharge you?"

She leaned towards him and put her mouth right next to his ear, so her breath could barely brush his skin as she whispered:

"Fuck me."

He almost snorted, smirking at her jeeringly as he pushed her back onto the desk.

"That would be being too good to you," he said, looking at her proudly from above. His gaze and his tone alone made her gulp. 

What was he going to do to her?

"Legs open," he commanded like the General he was and she obeyed without a second thought, glad that at least the surface of the desk cooled down her body, otherwise she might have overheated.

Before she was able to even guess what he was doing, he got on his knees and put his head between her legs, then did not warn her at all before giving her a long lick.

She shivered, immediately searching for something to grab on. She did not expect they'd be doing this on his desk, but there she was, quivering on the cold surface as his tongue worked wonders on her clit.

It was a mix of pleasure and pain since she had nothing to rest her legs on, and he did not let her use his shoulders. She was left to grab the edge of the desk while he licked and sucked on her, her legs getting sore from being in the air.

She kept on moaning, knowing no one could hear her except for him. She didn't even have to tell him she was close to reaching her peak; he could almost sense it, the waves of pleasure washing over her while her breathing became faster, her moans louder...

He made sure to lick slowly and deeply, as if suddenly he had all the time in the world to pleasure her. When he heard her try to utter his name, he stopped suddenly, teasing her as usual.

"Not so confident now, are you, Lieutenant?" he asked, standing up and wiping his mouth with his finger. He couldn't say he didn't enjoy watching her juices flow onto the surface of the desk, sure he would remember the view every time he sat there.

Y/N propped herself up on her elbows and looked at him in disbelief; he did it again.

"That's torture," she growled at him because her body was aching for more. 

It only made him snort.

"You haven't seen real torture yet, Y/L/N," he said with such an expression that made her heart skip a beat. "Stand up."

Although mad, she obeyed, because she could see he had a plan, and was more than eager to discover it. He grabbed her hand and led her towards one of the huge windows. When they got there, he turned Y/N to face the glass, then trapped her between it and himself.

"How fortunate," he whispered into her ear, then kissed her neck, "that you can see through these windows only from the inside."

Even though he said that, she couldn't help but feel as though every soldier walking by the hangars and other buildings could see her naked body pressed against the cold glass. It was such a weird feeling, terrifying and arousing at the same time.

His gloves fell to the floor and his fingers travelled right between her legs. He didn't take it slow this time: he began pumping his fingers in and out of her immediately.

"Watch all of this," he hissed, pulling her ponytail slightly as she tried to steady herself, her knees growing weaker. "Look at the power I'm building, at the most dangerous weapon in the galaxy we're standing on, at all my soldiers programmed from birth... I have all of this power and you."

His words were arousing her more and more, and heat was building up inside her as he added a second finger, and then even a third one, making her whimper. As Stormtroopers walked mere meters away from the window, she really hoped they didn't see her, or she would be stripped of her dignity. It was only Armitage who was allowed to see her like this.

With three fingers still going in and out of her, and three more rubbing her clit at the same time, she was shaking, almost losing balance. To add to the sensations, there was also his erection, one she could feel against her bottom...

"Armitage, this time... I'm..."

"Don't restrain yourself," he whispered, placing one more kiss on her neck. It was unbelievable, the feeling of power filling him up when he could see and hear the effect he had on her.

She moaned his name as she came all over his hands, making him feel more satisfied than ever because he was the reason of her pleasure.

A few seconds later, she almost fell to the floor when he stepped back, pressing her palm against the window to steady herself once again.

"Kriff... No one has ever made me feel this good," she panted, breathing even more heavily than before.

"That's what I thought," he said with a triumphant expression, then looked at his fingers, still glistening with what she gave him. "Now... There's work for you to do," he added suddenly, because at this point his erection was almost hurting him in the tight pants.

She looked at it shamelessly, then smirked between the breaths. She walked up to him and whispered into his ear:

"You want me on my knees... Or on you?"

Hux gulped, having not expected these words at all. How was he supposed to choose? He wanted all of it.

"I want you quick."

Having heard that, Y/N was about to lower herself to the ground, when she thought that if she chose the second option... She might benefit from it, too.

"Then let's get to the bedroom."

A minute later, he was laying on his bed, shirtless, and she was pulling his pants off of him. He almost hissed when she took off his boxers, too, then positioned herself over him. They didn't need any more foreplay: she simply clasped her hand around his length and positioned it right underneath herself, then slowly lowered her body to sit on him. They moaned in unison when she did that, immense pleasure running down their spines.

"Kriff, kriff..."

"Relax now, General." She smiled, sighing to help herself adjust to him. "I suppose my legs are going to be sore again, anyway..."

She moved up slowly, then down with the same pace, and that first surge of pleasure woke him up. He sat up to be closer to her and grabbed her hips, still wishing to be in control as he guided her body along his cock.

They craved each other even more in the dim, red light that lit up certain parts of the bedroom, getting even more turned on as they listened to the rustling of the sheets, the heavy breathing, the skin slapping on skin...

Oh, they would be in so much trouble if anyone knew. If someone came in - although that was impossible with all the doors that protected them - and saw the General being ridden passionately, how would they react? If they didn't know Y/N was a soldier, it would be quite alright... But only soldiers were allowed on Starkiller.

She was rocking her hips as much as she could, and it seemed to work wonders, because he threw his head back, even unable to kiss her. She held onto his shoulders tightly, leaving a few scratch marks in these moments when he had the power to match her movements.

"I could get addicted to this," he rasped suddenly, pleasure speaking louder than rationality.

Y/N smiled, managing to give him a wet kiss while still rocking his penis... And world.

"And I would love to be your drug," she whispered against his lips, giving him goosebumps. At this point, he could give her the entire galaxy...

When she felt him lose grip on her hips, she knew he was close. Her legs were burning, but she knew it was about a few more thrusts, so she picked up her pace.

One loud grunt escaped his lips, alerting her before he came. She kept on moving for a few seconds, bathing in the moment of bliss; it was such a new experience, being filled up by him, something that made her want him even more. He had his eyes closed and lips parted - she took him to paradise.

It didn't even matter to him that she stained his sheets when she got off of him. They both fell onto the mattress, exhausted but extremely satisfied. 

Hux couldn't help but smile; the desire was disappearing, and pure joy began filling him up - she was finally by his side again, and every time it happened, it made him even happier than before. It all seemed like a miracle, since not so long ago Hux wouldn't be even able to explain what happiness felt like...

As they both tried to catch their breath, Y/N felt everything that was flowing out of her on her thigh, and she remembered that during their first time, he pulled out... But this time, everything was inside her, now dripping down her leg. When she realised it, fear overtook her body in a matter of seconds.

"Armitage, it just dawned on me... Oh, shit, how come had I not thought about this before?"

"What's wrong?" he asked, genuinely concerned. 

What did he forget about?

"What if I..." She turned her head to face him, terrified. "What if I get pregnant?"

Concern immediately left his face, confusing her greatly. Hux averted his gaze from her, then spoke with some kind of sadness in his voice:

"You won't."

She gaped at him.

"But you cu..."

"I am infertile," he cut her off, shocking her. "A medic told me that years ago and a recent examination confirmed it."

"Oh..." she said in surprise, unsure how she should react to the information, but relief was surely one of the main feelings she was experiencing.

Hux was still avoiding eye contact with her as he said quietly:

"You're the only one who knows that."

She grabbed his hand comfortingly, smiling sincerely.

"And it will stay this way, I promise."

He knew she was going to keep this promise, and it was touching. Slowly breaking the walls he usually put up around himself, he moved on the bed to embrace her from behind, then buried his face in the crook of her neck. Warmth of joy took over them both as the world around them dissolved; love was in the air, although neither of them dared speak about it.

All of General's problems, duties and responsibilities went away when he hugged her... And this led him to a confession he never thought possible.

"You're my cure, Y/N," he whispered, then placed a chaste kiss on her neck.

"For what?"

"Everything," he replied without hesitation, melting her from the inside.

Touched, she turned to see him, then cupped his face and brought his lips to hers in the most innocent kiss they have ever exchanged.

They were looking at each other for a moment after this, as if trying to remember the face of the other for all these moments they couldn't, or at least shouldn't, watch each other for long.

"You know... I want to take a shower," she said after a moment, still feeling his cum dripping down her leg.

"Go on then. I'll order dinner. Any wishes?"

"What we ate last time would be perfect."

They both climbed off the high bed, and Y/N was about to walk towards the bathroom when Hux stopped her by grabbing her arms.

"However, before you go... Do you see anything new here?"

Y/N looked around the bedroom, because she certainly didn't have time to do it before and indeed, she noticed a new piece of black and red furniture right next to the bathroom door.

"I don't think this wardrobe was here the last time..." she pointed at it, frowning.

"Correct. Open it."

So she did, and the inside shocked her.

There, on shelves and hangers, was everything she needed and more. For example, there were three black towels, all folded neatly, and next to them a toothbrush. She also noticed a new hairbrush and a pack of hair ties next to it along with comfortable slippers. A bathrobe, a nightgown, even a spare uniform hanging on the left side...

"This is all for you," he explained and she was thankful for it, because she couldn't believe it. If that wasn't a declaration of love in an act, then she didn't know what was.

"How did you manage to smuggle this in?" she asked in surprise, wondering who carried in this many female items into the General's headquarters without making it a scandal.

"I'm the General, I have my ways," he replied in an obvious tone. "I imported it all as classified. No one knew what was inside except for the trusted vendor I have in the Gold system. He doesn't ask questions... And you don't have to steal my things anymore."

"Oh, but you loved it," she teased, then hugged him tightly. "Thank you... This is wonderful."

"It's so you won't steal from me," he said harshly, but she knew it was just him trying not to look soft for her... When she knew he was.

"Of course, of course... So I'll take my new bathrobe, new slippers and new towel with me... And enjoy my shower..."

He shook his head as she disappeared behind the bathroom's door, then he opened the other wardrobe to clean himself a little and dress up. Hux chose a black shirt with long sleeves, quite a tight one, but soft when you touched it. He also wore matching pants, but they were loose, making it the perfect combination for a nice evening on a snow-covered planet.

She took her time with the shower. When she came back to him, he was already in his "living" room, fresh food on the polished table, and all the clothes she had left scattered around his office earlier were now on the armchair, folded neatly.

She was just in a black bathrobe and slippers, her hair untied, and approached him with a smile. In a split second, she decided not to sit on the black sofa next to him... But his lap.

"You have really got too comfortable," he said in disbelief when she hugged him, settling herself on his thighs.

"Me?" She looked at him in outrage. "And who organised a whole wardrobe for me?"

"But I'm the General," he said like it was his argument for everything.

"Right now you're no general to me, Armie..." she whispered, kissing him on the lips.

He sent her a disappointed look.

"Y/N, there are some borders even you cannot cross."

She let out a sigh. He was coming through, but he still wasn't as soft as she suspected he could be. Him being balls deep inside her wasn't crossing a border, but this was?

Disappointed just like he was, she slid off his lap onto the sofa, but he didn't like it.

"That wasn't the border I was talking about." He grabbed her hips and pulled her back into his lap immediately.

She frowned in confusion. "So what was?"

"Calling me Armie."

For a few seconds, she was looking at him in disbelief, until she finally rolled her eyes.

"So how would you like me to call you?"

He couldn't stop himself.

"Sir will do," he replied and she barely stopped herself from smacking his arm.

"You should be glad I'm still kind of scared of offending you as a general."

"As you should," he said and proceeded to hug her in a way that completely contradicted his statement. "Let's eat, it'll be cold."

She eventually nodded in agreement, then stood up to sit in the armchair opposite him.

She smiled, settling herself. "You never forget the tea."

"I tolerate perfectionism only, you know that."

"And do you know what excuse I may give to other soldiers when they see I missed dinner again?"

"You don't have to explain yourself to them," he began sharply, "you report to me and me only," he added, even though it wasn't completely true. 

There were, of course, other officers with higher ranks than her.

She picked up her cup. "I would love to tell them that, but I don't want to be suspicious. Mentioning you is always risky."

"Not mentioning me at all is risky, too."

Y/N drank a little from her tea, sending him a suspicious look.

"So you do want me to gossip about you?" she asked provokingly, causing him to heave a sigh.

"I can't believe I'm putting up with you."

Her smile just got wider.

After dinner, they moved to the bedroom. He took a quick shower before laying down next to her on the bed, under a new set of sheets, having tossed the stained one to the laundry.

"I didn't get to ask..." he began as he pulled her towards himself, wishing to hold her close. "How are you finding it? Being a lieutenant?"

She shrugged, placing her head on his chest. "Duties are duties... My own bathroom is the best perk."

He snorted in disbelief. "That's what you're saying to your commander?"

She smiled, looking up at him. "I'm saying this to my Armie."

"Y/N."

She rolled her eyes again. "Oh, what do you want me to say? It's alright. I have more responsibilities, yes, but I like it."

"Getting cheeky, aren't you? You're gonna have a hard time if you keep on acting like this."

"Am I going to have it?" she teased before moving her hand down his body to clasp her hand around his penis. "Or you?" she asked as he hissed in surprise.

"Y/N." He coughed, trying to compose himself as she let go, chuckling.

"I'm tired today, but..." She placed a kiss on his chest, talking quietly. "I hope we'll get to repeat tonight soon."

"Repeat?" He laughed jeeringly. "Definitely not in the way it went today. I went easy on you, because I wanted to see if your injuries were really gone."

"You said that last time already, I'm not that scared..."

She had no idea he was telling the truth. He already had some things in store, ready to use, but missing her simply won that night. He wanted her close more than he wanted to fulfill the desire...

"You'll be surprised then," he said after a moment, planting a kiss on her head.

"When?"

When was always the question when it came to their relationship. When will it be safe to meet, when will he have time for her, when will no one suspect anything?

He knew he wouldn't be able to wait for her as long as he waited this time. Ren was gone for now, so he felt quite safe... Maybe he could even invite her in just two days, maybe three for safety...?

"Sooner than you might think," he replied eventually, hugging her tighter.

She buried her face into his side, smiling widely, her heart beating slower, her whole body relaxing...

"Back to the subject of your quarters... Is there anything else you'd like to have there? Other than the sheets?" he asked suddenly.

She was thinking for a moment before replying:

"You would be perfect. But I know I can't have it."

"I'll find a way," he said, causing her to look up at him in confusion.

"Way to what? Stay in my quarters?"

"No, but I'll find something you'd like. Just wait."

"You do care about me, don't you?" she said, although she didn't even know why. The fact that he cared was, especially that evening, more obvious than anything.

"Like you don't know that I do," he replied, prompting her to kiss him one more time. Then she yawned, and it made him remember how tired he was as well.

"Let's sleep. It seems the lieutenant duty does exhaust you."

"It was you, actually," she replied, yawning again and closing her eyes.

"I have only just begun," he whispered against her ear, sending one last pleasurable shiver of the night through her body. "Sleep well, minx," he added, once again realising how much happiness it brought him that she was there.

Y/N had no idea she would have the chance to visit General's quarters again just three days later. She was talking to Mitaka and a young officer named Atter, and both of them looked displeased... And somehow scared.

"The reports are not good," said Atter, showing the other two a holo with the inside of the Starkiller base. "The works aren't going as fast as intended. The engineers assume the oscillator will need a few more weeks if we want to charge the weapon... And not blow this base up."

"Damn it..." Mitaka grunted, clearly furious.

"The worst thing is," Atter began, slowly turning away from the holo to look at the other two, "someone has to go and tell General Hux."

He gulped. He was sure he was the one who would be sent to him since he was the youngest, and he was already imagining his doom... But had no idea Y/N wanted this opportunity.

"I can do it," she said loudly and Mitaka looked at her in shock.

"Are you sure? He'll be furious."

She had to stop herself from laughing. They didn't even know it would be a pleasure for her... And, at the same time, she would look braver than them.

"Well, someone has to do this," she said as if it was torture to go to him.

"Thank you, Lieutenant," Atter muttered and she just rolled her eyes, then turned on her heel to walk to the General's office.

The moment she asked for entrance, she tried to stay as professional as possible, wondering what his reaction will be - he had no idea who was about to visit him.

She marched inside with her hands behind her back and, at first, he didn't even look up from the datapad in his hands, but just the view was enough for her to swallow hard. After all, he was sitting by the very same desk he had eaten her out on...

"What is it again?" he asked harshly when she stood a safe meter or so opposite his desk.

"General, I'm afraid I have bad news."

Her voice caused him to look up immediately. 

The moment he saw her, his mouth fell open slightly, and then he looked behind her to make sure she was the only one visiting him...

When he knew there were just the two of them in the office, he began wondering whether she really had something important to tell him or just found a way to sneak in - because would he mind using the desk the same way he used it three days before right then and there? He would not.

"Oh, do you?" He leaned back in his chair, seizing the opportunity to look at her freely after three days of avoiding any kind of contact.

"The works on the thermal oscillator..."

"Is it really the oscillator you came here for?" he cut her off, watching her face searchingly.

"I volunteered to deliver the information to you, sir," she replied in a professional tone... Teasing him at the same time.

"How brave of you, Lieutenant."

"And about the oscillator... It's not working properly yet. The engineers say it will need a few more weeks before gaining the full ability to protect the charged weapon."

He slapped his hand on the table, clearly annoyed. He let out a sigh, then cursed under his breath, trying to compose himself at the same time.

"Is that all?" he asked after a moment, displeasure still on his face.

"For now, yes, sir."

He nodded, content, and raised from his seat.

"Then come closer."

Y/N didn't need him to repeat. She got as close to the desk as she could, and when she did, Hux walked around it to approach her. He hesitated for a moment, then eventually grabbed her waist and pulled her towards himself, closing the distance between them in a short, but passionate kiss.

Y/N smiled as they parted, butterflies erupting in her stomach. "I should volunteer to deliver information to you more often."

"Now, don't get too confident," he said as he took a safe step back from her. "But it's good you did decide to come tod... Wait, I have a call." His voice got cut off by a sound of ringing, and he leaned over his desk to push a button and receive the call.

"General Hux, the new hangar bay is ready for your inspection."

"Finally. I will be there in a minute," Hux replied to the voice from the call, then disconnected it immediately.

He grabbed his coat from the chair, then turned to look at Y/N with the slightest smile. "Seems like we're leaving together, Lieutenant."

She smiled back at him, moving out of his way and inclining the door with her head. "After you, General."

He didn't want her to leave this quickly. Not when they had a chance to be together and not look too suspicious...

"Any special duties you have right now?"

She shook her head. "Just the usual."

He stopped right before the door, so abruptly she almost collided with him.

"Then why don't you join me for the inspection?"

A beam spread across her face, one he found hard not to return.

"Gladly, General."

"That's the kind of people we need," he said as they left the office, looking away from each other so as not to burst out laughing.

They stopped by her quarters so she could get her coat and a datapad to pretend her presence was actually essential during the inspection. When she was locking her door, he made sure no one could see them, then lowered his head a little to whisper into her ear:

"Come to me the day after tomorrow. Dinnertime, sharp."

"Already?" she asked in shock, then turned to face him. "You're sure?"

He gave her such a look that made her feel tiny. She knew it was impossible, but almost expected him to pin her to the wall right then and there, which wasn't far from his thoughts. A split second of hesitation and he might have actually done it, but two soldiers appeared in the corridor out of nowhere.

"You dare question my orders, Lieutenant?" Hux raised his voice immediately, pretending to be mad at her.

"No, General."

"Follow me," he almost growled, then began walking away without a second glance at her.

The inspection was as professional as it could be. Hux was walking around the new hangar with the engineer guiding him, and Y/N was right behind them, "noting" General's opinions on her datapad. They were both happy that they could at least spend some time together, even if avoiding any physical contact. It didn't mean they didn't manage to exchange a few glances while the engineer was busy explaining everything they were seeing. Y/N could also swear his fingers brushed hers too many times for it to be a coincidence...

The evening of that day, she finally had some time to spare and invited her friend, Malia, to her new quarters.

"Doesn't look too bad..." Malia said, sitting on the bed and looking around the room. "I mean, you have your own bathroom. That's already paradise. And this set of sheets is so soft..." She felt the texture of the black, silky sheets with her hand.

Y/N, standing in front of her, gulped. She hoped Malia would not ask any further and just assume the sheets were the lieutenant perk... She had to change the subject, but before she did, Malia did it herself.

"You know, I've been wondering recently... Do you think we'll have a chance to have our families one day?"

"What? Why are you suddenly thinking about this?"

"I had an examination today." She sighed as Y/N sat down next to her. "The medics told me that I might not be able to have kids. Apparently I have a very weak system and they think I wouldn't be able to carry a pregnancy."

"Oh, that..." Y/N hugged her a little from the side. "It'll be alright, Malia... If we win the war, you'll have time to rest, get better and you could have a family."

"Win the war? This war might not end in our lifetime." Malia sighed again. "But hey, weren't your parents soldiers, too? And they had time to have you and..."

"They met and got married before serving in the army," Y/N explained. "My mother took a short break to give birth to me and care for me, and then I was given to, you know, the First Order kindergarten one might say. If my parents hadn't been soldiers, I would've probably ended as another Stormtrooper..."

"But still, they were soldiers and had a family," Malia argued. "And we don't even have anyone to choose if we wanted... Is there even a guy you would want to date around here? You said you liked someone a while ago."

Y/N felt that her body was starting to get hotter with every word. She decided that no matter what, she wasn't going to mention Armitage - she was afraid that otherwise she might blurt out something, even absent-mindedly.

"That's... No longer valid."

"But do you think, for example, that Marlen is handsome?"

Y/N didn't know what to say. It was weird for her to talk about other men now that all of her attention was on one ginger guy she was not supposed to like this way...

"Malia, I don't know where you got this fro..." Y/N's words were cut off by someone trying to enter her room.

She swallowed hard, hoping more than anything that it was not Hux, not that day...

Fortunately, when she opened the door, there was just a droid, holding a black box with the red emblem of the First Order, the size of a standard datapad.

"Classified package for Lieutenant Y/N Y/L/N," he announced in a robotic voice.

"That's me. Thank you," she replied and got the box from him, then closed the door again, suppressing a smile. She had a feeling she knew who sent her a "classified" gift...

"Package, huh? Can I see?" Malia asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Malia, you know I can't show you. It's classified!" Y/N said as if outraged, and her friend only rolled her eyes.

"Okay, okay, Miss Important Lieutenant..."

Y/N didn't want to be a bad friend, but at the same time, she simply could not wait to see what was in the package. She pretended to be tired to make Malia leave earlier, and the moment the door closed behind her friend, she sat on the bed and pulled the box onto her thighs.

She typed in the password she knew so well and the box got unlocked. She opened it and, as expected, it wasn't classified... At least not in the military meaning.

First, she saw a card.

Found my way to your quarters.

This was enough to make her heart fill with joy. She threw the card aside to check what her gift was and she saw some black material, different from the sheets... Confused, she pulled it out to realise it was a familiar texture, one she had already fallen asleep on...

It was his shirt, the very same one he slept in during their last night together, scented with the cologne that made her crazy about him every time she walked past him, hugged him, kissed him...

Bringing the shirt to her nose, she was so happy that she finally had something of his. The scent alone brought her the memories of all the moments she spent with him, making her excited. And there were still two long days before she could be with him again...

She fell onto the mattress, hugging the shirt. The feeling of yearning prompted her to move one of her hands down her body and between her legs...

But the moment she touched herself underneath the panties, she woke up from her trance.

Her fingers were not what she wanted. There was someone else's touch she craved, one that would make her feel better than anything she had ever done to herself... And it was definitely worth waiting two days for.

Hux was also waiting, and hated every bit of it, because he had to spend some time with Ren, discussing whatever stupid thing he was now obsessed with. What is more, lately, that was not the only reason why the General hated even being in his presence. He knew what Ren could get out of his thoughts... And, as a result, Hux not only had to restrain himself from looking at Y/N, but also from thinking about her.

And thinking about her has become one of his favourite things to do, especially when he was laying in bed after a tough day.

It was not just about the sex. It began with desire, he could not deny that, but the more he knew her, the more he adored not just her body, but her personality. He actually liked that she was cheeky, he liked the teasing, he liked that new feeling of someone actually daring to joke around him. And there was also the feeling he had never experienced before, one he was slowly giving into... Someone caring about him.

Just the thought that he could go to her quarters in the middle of the night and she would gladly help him with anything he wanted, from military reports to bad mood, was a bliss. And the fact that she was willing to do it all in secret... He had finally found something to think about and long for other than war, power, weapons... And it made his life better.

And the sex... It gave him so much satisfaction, so much joy, and, in his opinion, made him work better. Having lived in celibacy for so long, he didn't even realise how wonderful it could feel. He could experience immense pleasure, and the pleasure would double when he saw he was giving it to his girl, knowing he had the power and ability to do so. The number of fantasies he had of her was growing, and he intended to make at least one of them come true during their next meeting.

Y/N didn't expect much when she was walking into his office at the time he expected. He had already told her big things before and not much happened, so she didn't count on anything new - but it didn't mean she hadn't taken the time to wash, shave and perfume almost every inch of her body before coming to him.

He immediately invited her to the "living room" for dinner he had already ordered, but before sitting down to eat, she grabbed his face and kissed him full on the lips, so passionately he didn't even expect it.

"Thank you for the gift," she whispered and he smiled immediately.

"If that's your reaction, then I should send them more often."

"I would not mind," she said with a grin, then sat down in one of the armchairs.

"I do have one more gift for you tonight," he replied, taking a seat opposite her and she raised her eyebrows.

"Hey, but you know I'm just teasing, right? I don't  need gifts. You're all I want," she said just to make clear that she wasn't there with him for the perks. "Besides, I don't want you to spend too much on me, or to make anyone suspicious..."

He gave her a look of slight disappointment. "I know all this, but I am the General. I will give my girl as many gifts as I want."

Her mouth fell agape, and her heart almost stopped for a moment. It took her a few seconds to take in what he had said, and when she finally understood, she felt tears gathering in her eyes.

When Hux noticed she wasn't answering for a while, he looked up from his food to see her face. He immediately noticed her glossy eyes.

"What?"

She gulped, smiling, visibly touched. "You've never called me this before."

He looked down, somehow embarrassed. He had called her this many times, but only in his thoughts, and didn't even realise he had never said it aloud.

"Right... But it's true. Isn't it?" he asked just to be sure how she felt about it.

Y/N wiped a tear, happier than ever. "It is."

And when he saw her like this, his heart softened like never before. Forgetting about the dinner, he spread out his arms.

"Come here."

She obeyed at once, then sat in his lap to sink into his arms as they both hugged each other tenderly.

"I might be the luckiest girl in the galaxy," she whispered against his ear.

And this was enough for him. This was what he needed to hear for the same happiness that she had to get to him as well. He had never even imagined he could make someone feel this good... After all, most people loathed him or were terrified of him...

"I hope you are," he replied, hugging her even more tightly, as if she could disappear like a dream at any moment.

"How was your day?" she asked a minute later or so, sitting back in the armchair. "I saw Kylo, he was not happy today..."

"Don't even talk to me about him. He's never happy." Hux heaved a sigh. "And you can't imagine how hard it is to be around him and not even think about you."

"I can. I've talked to him about you, after all..." She sighed in defeat. "And I'm afraid he might sense something soon."

"I don't answer to Ren," Hux said after a moment. "My thoughts should not be his concern. Besides, he's obsessed with finding the map that leads to Luke Skywalker now. Hope that takes all of his attention for some time... For now, let's just not talk about him."

"Yes, sir," she replied, causing a smirk on his face. She knew he liked that; even if he heard that every day, it just hit different when she said it while being alone with him.

He looked back at his food, still smiling. "Good attitude for your next gift."

"Stop saying this or I'm going to get excited."

"Oh, do I get you excited?"

Their eyes locked, as if in a challenge.

"Oh, not you. The gift," she teased.

"You don't know what it is yet."

"A gift is a gift."

"Be careful what you wish for," he warned her, his eyes still locked with hers. "It's not the kind of gift you think it is. The bigger ones are sent to your quarters... This one, however, is smaller. And I have to give it to you personally."

He was saying all this in a tone that really made her question whether she should be happy... Smaller thing? Giving personally? This man was planning something, she could see it in his eyes, but just couldn't put her finger on it...

They kept on eating, the tension between them rising with every look they exchanged. They both liked it, but it was Hux who wanted to add fuel to the fire.

"Are you wearing panties today?" he asked casually, as if just commenting on the weather. His boldness made her gulp. However, she composed herself quickly, deciding to bite back:

"You'll find out."

He didn't even blink. "You don't want to know what I'm going to do if you don't have them again."

"You'll discharge me?"

He chuckled. "That would be being generous."

The atmosphere was getting hotter and hotter, even though there was a severe snowstorm outside; wind was howling so loudly they could both hear it, but it wasn't louder than the sounds of their hearts beating faster with every passing minute.

"You have it quite warm in here," she said suddenly, taking a deep breath. "Would you mind if I took off my top, General?"

Hux bit his tongue in order not to answer too quickly. He had to play his cards right.

"I'll do it," he decided, then raised immediately to walk up to her. With a gesture, he made her stand up, and then began unbuttoning her shirt with care.

"Thank you," she said when he removed it, but he didn't look like he was going to leave.

"I'm not done yet."

He unclasped her bra as well, took it off and tossed it aside. The sound of it falling onto the polished floor was what undid the desire.

They threw themselves onto each other immediately. Lips to lips, they were kissing as though they were seeing each other for the last time, hungrily, passionately, not hesitating to open their mouths. They both knew the dinner had to be forgotten, the worst snowstorm Starkiller has seen in months as well...

It was getting uncomfortable, standing between the armchair and the table... That's why Hux stopped kissing her for just a moment to grab her legs. She understood - having thrown her arms around his neck, she jumped a little and wrapped her legs around him. He put his hands on her butt and, still kissing her, began walking towards the bedroom.

He typed in the code to the room without even looking at the pad, and then carried her inside, going straight for the bed.

When her back hit the mattress, he immediately began planting kisses on her jaw, neck, and then further down, until he reached her breast...

"Oh my...!" She moaned loudly, completely shocked he captured her breast with his mouth. He massaged the other with his hand, making her shiver; this was something new... And one of the many things he wanted to try.

She was feeling pleasure, he could see it, but it was not as enjoyable as eating out her pussy. Nevertheless, he played with both of her nipples before removing her boots.

"Hips up," he commanded after he was done.

She did so gladly, and he pulled her pants down, only to discover that, in fact, she had no panties again.

He stood up and gave her a look that made her shiver. He was not having it - if she didn't know it was part of their game, she would be terrified. His eyes could pierce souls, she was sure of it, and she felt as if he were undressing her with his eyes even though she was already naked.

Hux's gaze stopped between her legs, the view itself making him harder. She noticed that and made sure to squeeze her vaginal muscles a few times to make him even crazier about her, if that was even possible.

"Insubordination yet again," he said after a moment of watching, then cleared his throat to calm the blood rush her little show provoked in his entire body.

"I apologise..." She put her legs back together, playing innocent. "I couldn't resist, General..."

"My mercy has ended," he almost growled. "Stand up."

She did just to see him raise his hands suddenly, and then lower them just as quickly.

"But before that..." He approached her to hold her face in his hands tenderly. "If you ever want me to stop, Y/N, just tell me."

She smiled, leaning her forehead against his.

"I appreciate you saying this... But why would I want you to stop?" Her hands began roaming his chest as she gave him an affectionate kiss. "I crave every inch of you, Armitage," she added in a whisper, looking him up and down.

"I'm saying this because I'm about to do something I haven't done before," he said in a tone that made a shiver go down her spine.

She was not afraid. She was excited.

"I trust you," she said truthfully. "Do whatever you want with me," she added in a whisper, planting a sweet kiss right behind his ear, and it made his whole body tingle.

Warmth coming from his abdomen spread throughout his body, just knowing that she trusted him... When probably no one else did.

"In that case..." He kissed her on her neck, only to immediately return to his game a second later and turn her to face the bed. "Put your hands behind your back. I want to give you your... Gift."

She obeyed at once, wondering what he meant. She didn't even peek when he walked away from her for a moment, unwilling to ruin the surprise for herself. 

Soon, she felt his presence right behind her again, then heard a click... And quickly realised she got handcuffed.

She did not expect that.

"Aren't... Aren't those for prisoners, General?" she breathed out, her mind racing along with her heart, sweat drops immediately forming on her skin. What was he going to do next?

"Tonight you are one." 

His voice was low and velvety when he said that, and just the sensation of his breath on her bare skin gave her goosebumps.

"Charges?"

He chuckled as he began undressing himself right behind her. "Insufferableness." 

Less than a minute later, his large hands, rough but hot, were on her shoulders, pushing her slowly and forcing her to bend over the bed.

"Now, down, we're going down... Just like that..." he was saying slowly until she finally touched the sheets with her cheek, keeping her hips up. It was all so arousing, and although the position she found herself in wasn't the most comfortable, she couldn't wait for his next move.

And his next move became clear as day as he slid his hands down her back to grab her butt firmly.

"I see you're already excited enough..." he said, having taken one more look between her legs.

"Just like you," she retorted, breathing heavily when she felt his erection against her body.

These words caused him to make his decision in a split second. Holding her firmly, he slid inside her without a warning, sending a shiver through her.

"Oh, fuck!" she screamed when he did it as she was not fully ready. For him, it was also a new experience, so pleasurable, tight... He didn't even scold her for cursing.

He gave both her and himself a moment to adjust to the new situation before slowly filling her up as much as he could, pulling a loud moan out of her.

He began rocking his hips rhythmically, letting the desire take over his body completely. He wasn't talking, only grunting here and there, allowing himself to enjoy all the sounds echoing in the room; her moans, the rustle of the sheets, clinking of the handcuffs, the sound of his body colliding with hers...

The howling of the wind could also be heard somewhere behind the walls; the snowstorm wasn't getting any lighter, but both of them were only becoming hotter...

The moment he grabbed her ponytail to lift her a little made him sure this was his favourite position to have her like this, from behind, be in absolute control of everything as he always was. The sounds she was making only confirmed that she was enjoying it just as much.

"Harder," she whimpered at some point, growing bored of the regular pace.

He almost stopped out of shock. It was too good to be true, he must have misheard her...

"What is it?"

"Go harder..." she repeated, and he swallowed hard.

That he was going to do.

"How are you talking to your superior?" he asked harshly, still moving the way he'd moved before.

"Please, General," she pleaded, igniting his imagination.

"In that case..."

Her heart almost stopped when her ponytail got pulled back once more, this time so much she was standing straight. He was still inside her, and both of them rolled their eyes back at the pleasure the new angle gave them.

And so he granted her wish, moving faster and harder, so much she was beginning to lose balance with her hands still behind her back. His hands travelled from behind her to her breasts, holding them both so she would not fall. Unknown sensations were washing over them, breaths speeding up with every moment. Kriff, it all felt so good, even more so since it was forbidden...

She was feeling as though she was on fire, her legs were shaking, starting to refuse to keep her standing. If only she could touch herself, she would finish in a matter of moments, but her hands were still in handcuffs... And now she had to ask him.

He knew what he was doing, damn him.

"Touch me, please," she breathed out, her voice shaking just as much as she was.

"Oh, is that wha..." he began, but was cut off by reality, brutally.

A call was coming for the General. When he was balls deep inside her.

They both stopped suddenly, frozen.

"What now?" she asked, terrified, and her voice was enough for him to come back to life.

"I'll answer the call for the good of the First Order... Just the voice call..." he whispered right to her ear, moving slightly to the right with her so his hand could reach the button on his wall. "So keep quiet, Lieutenant," he added with a smirk, making her gasp.

Was he insane?

How was she supposed to keep quiet when he was hitting all the right spots?

She didn't even have time to question him. He received the call.

"General, the snow is getting much worse, the patrolling soldiers cannot see..."

"Leave all the patrolling droids outside. They have to be scanning the grounds at all times. And send the soldi..."

She stopped hearing what he was even saying, her body beginning its journey to paradise. She tried to focus on being quiet, but it quickly became too much to handle. His mind was clouded by desire; he was talking while thrusting 

into her at the same time, keeping one of his hands on her breast and the other on her mouth to stifle her moans.

"The moment the snowstorm stops, send Firetroopers to clear everything," he rasped to the soldier talking to him.

At first, he thought taking the call was a good idea to arouse them even more, but didn't expect it to work so well. He was close, he had to finish - both the call and inside her.

"Yes, sir."

"And I want regular reports on the situation," he added, making her think he loved torture.

The call ended and he took back his hand, letting her talk.

"I can't believe," she breathed heavily, "you've just done this."

"Don't question my orders, Lieutenant. I'm... About to..." His voice raised suddenly as he wasn't able to hold back anymore. Instead of words, a loud grunt escaped his lips as he came, but didn't stop moving. He wanted her to feel the unbelievable amounts of pleasure he was experiencing, too.

It took a few more thrusts for her to reach her peak as well, with the loudest scream so far. An intense orgasm rocked through her body, probably the most intense one she had ever experienced. She didn't know whether it was thanks to the position, the handcuffs, the call, the words she heard... But she knew that she had never thought it was even possible to feel this good.

Hux pulled out of her, and his cum began dripping onto the polished floor, but he didn't care. He unlocked the handcuffs and Y/N fell onto her knees, exhausted but satisfied. 

She was panting, trying to process everything what had just happened. Hux was also trying to calm down his breathing, but seeing her on the floor made him a bit worried.

"Are you alright?" he asked sincerely, having walked a little to face her.

"Alright?" She looked up at him in disbelief. "I won't be able to walk. I can't feel my legs."

He smiled triumphantly, then walked to open her wardrobe and took her bathrobe out of it, along with some tissues.

"Come here." He cleaned her up a little, then helped her get into the bathrobe since she was still shivering. And then, instead of helping her with standing up, he took her in his arms to carry her to his bed.

"You liked it?" he asked, untying her hair as she settled herself.

"The sex or the carrying?" she asked, watching him walk away to get a bathrobe for himself. "I liked both."

"Great... Because I do have more gifts for you in store."

"I can't wait," she said with a smile, watching him take on the bathrobe. "Although you're insane for taking the call, Armitage."

"Look me in the eye and tell me it didn't make you more excited. Besides, as the general, I cannot just ignore calls..."

"Of course." She rolled her eyes, knowing very well he could do pretty much anything he wanted.

He didn't speak and just gazed at her lovingly, already planning to use his power to spend more time with the girl he cared so much for.

[enaelyork]

Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Let’s spread the self-love ❤

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✨Nébuleuse (Krennic X F! Oc Tarkin)

✨BLEU (Thrawn X F!Oc Tarkin)

✨If we had a soul (Armitage Hux x F! Oc)

✨Evil grows with love (Robotnik x Reader)

✨Divine essence (Gorr x Reader)