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charlottesbookclub · 18 days ago

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rest (armitage hux x reader) 🧡🧡

Summary: hux is working late, but you try to convince him to get some rest

Warnings/Tags: gn!reader; established relationship; mentions of a prior injury; a little bit suggestive at times but nothing too wild; very soft hux in this one; I fear we shall all need to go to the dentist after this on account of the tooth-rotting levels of fluff 🥰; as always, let me know if I've missed anything!

Words: 3146

Author’s Note: so this is a little outtake from 'time after time' that I'm actually posting before that story goes live, as a little treat ☺️ in the longer story, it's situated somewhere between chapters 29 and 30! ultimately, I really liked this scene, but I just couldn't get it to meld into the narrative of the longer story, so I'm posting it separately instead! I think it should still read totally fine as a little drabble – there are a few moments where I reference events from the larger story, so if you feel like there's a little detail that lacks context, that's probably why 😅 also, this scene takes place very late in the timeline of 'time after time,' so the relationship between hux and the reader is very well established by this point. I really hope y'all enjoy and I would lovelovelove to hear your thoughts! 🥰🥰

Armitage barely noticed the buzz at the door as he leaned over his desk, eyesight beginning to go a little fuzzy as he attempted to focus on the forms and diagrams on his data screens. Then he came back to himself. You were sleeping. Kriff, he hoped the noise hadn’t woken you. He pushed himself from the chair and stumbled a little unsteadily to the door, muscles stiff after hours of not remembering to move. He peered at the tiny screen for the cam that was trained to the exterior of the door. It was just a transport droid, no doubt delivering a freshly pressed set of uniforms. Pushing the button and sending door sliding open before the droid could buzz again, he collected the clothing and dismissed the droid.

He pivoted on his heel back into the room, uniforms in hand. It never failed to send a little thrill through him when both his and yours were delivered to what used to be only his quarters. Maybe it was silly, but it was another treasured reminder that you really were together. With that pleasant thought in mind, he set the crisply folded general’s and captain’s uniforms on the low table in the living area. He didn’t want to risk waking you by placing them in their proper location in the bedroom closet.

He had settled back down at his desk, mind already puzzling through the problems in front of him when he heard a soft sound from the direction of the bedroom. Then he heard you speak.

“Armitage…” Your voice was still thick with sleep, but the sound of his name on your lips was always impossibly sweet. He turned toward you instantly to find you leaning against the doorframe of the bedroom, attempting to rub the sleep from your eyes. He was about to try and convince you to go back to bed when he noticed something that caused a faint heat to begin rising in his body. You were wearing his sleep clothes. He had gotten back frustratingly late from a meeting that went far longer than necessary, and you had already been asleep when he quietly entered your shared quarters, so he wouldn’t have seen. But the tiny silver bands near the edges of the short sleeves and the hems of the shorts marked the otherwise unassuming black garments as unmistakably belonging to part of a general’s clothing allotment. Armitage swallowed thickly.

“Are… are you wearing my sleeping clothes?” he asked quietly, feeling the internal heat in his body begin to externalize itself in the form of an embarrassing blush. You nodded sleepily, beginning to make your way to him. He still watched your footsteps carefully in case you might become unstable, but you crossed the floor without incident, even if he could tell that you still favored your uninjured leg slightly.

“Mmhmm…” you confirmed as you reached him, resting your hands on the back of his chair. “You weren’t there to hold me, so I had to opt for the next best thing.” Your fingers wandered to his shoulders. Armitage’s blush had increased to a veritable blaze, and with the way the warmth of your hands was soaking into his skin, he was beginning to find it very difficult to breathe. “Although I must admit,” you whispered, lips at the shell of his now very reddened ear, “they’re a very poor replacement.”

Armitage was feeling quite faint indeed. Even if he had wanted to say something, he doubted any words would have made it past his lips. Your fingers pressed into his shoulders, finding all the places where his stress was tied in tense knots and slowly massaging them away. He suppressed a small groan at the heavenly feeling.

“You never wear the short ones anyway,” you murmured. It was true; Armitage had spent too much of his life feeling cold, first on rainy Arkanis and then on the desolate ships of the Imperial remnant. His wiry frame had never held onto heat well. Now that he had the choice to be warm, he wasn’t going to waste the privilege. You helped with that too, he mused as the places where your hands met his shoulders radiated with liquid warmth that was seeping into the rest of his body. “You don’t mind, do you?” There was maybe just the barest hint of hesitation in your question, like you weren’t perfectly certain. He reached one hand up to clasp over yours, momentarily stilling your rhythmic movement on his strained muscles.

“Not at all,” he assured you. He was so far past not minding. In fact, the thought of it was causing very… distracting images to begin to form in his mind. You hummed lightly in response to his answer, and he could feel the gentle press of your lips against his disheveled hair. Your fingers began kneading at his shoulders again, and he let himself relax more fully into your tender touch. Then he caught a glimpse of the time on his data screen.

“Love,” he said softly, reveling in the way the term of endearment could fall so easily from his lips now. “It’s late – you should go back to bed.” As much as he wanted you to stay, he was determined not to let his own bad habits affect you, especially not while you were still healing.

“Not without you,” came the soft but stubborn reply. A small smile pulled at his lips. Your sleepiness seemed to have made you more endearingly uninhibited.

“You need your rest,” he reminded you, gently pulling one of your hands from his shoulder and placing a warm kiss on your knuckles.

“So do you,” you responded, your other hand now carding through his hair, sending a pleasant humming sensation along his scalp as you freed the last of the orderly orange strands from their gelled attention. He realized his resolve was weakening.

“I have work to do…” he said softly, trying to convince himself as much as you. Reluctantly, he dropped your hand, placing his arm back on the armrest of his chair as he once again pulled himself toward the desk. He hoped that the action of returning to work would shake the tiredness he could feel steadily growing in his body. It seemed you weren’t having any of that though.

You trailed your hand over his shoulder and down the length of his arm, your touch setting off sparks on his skin even through the rumpled fabric of his uniform top. He struggled to regulate his breathing. You came into view then as you moved between him and his data screens, letting your fingers linger on the back of his wrist as you leaned back against the edge of his desk. The sight of you still soft and languid from sleep, clad in his sleep clothes, was almost more than he could bear. He bit down hard as he struggled with both the exhaustion and sudden heat that were steadily rising in his body.

“Armitage, you can work next cycle,” you told him gently as you leaned toward him. His breath stuttered in his lungs.

“I�� I really should try to get this finished,” he stammered out, even though everything in him wanted to give into you. You seemed to search his face for a moment before coming to some kind of conclusion. What you had decided Armitage could not guess.

“Alright,” you whispered, but there was less defeat in your voice than he would have expected. He watched as you pushed yourself from his desk, hoping to steal a kiss as you passed back behind his chair to return to the bedroom. But that was not the motion you made.

Armitage had to grip the armrests of his chair in surprise as you instead moved forward and slid onto his lap, easily slotting yourself against him. Your head was tucked into his neck, your hands curled up against his chest, legs swung sideways across him. It was a long moment before he could breathe again. The warm, comforting weight of your body against him was such a familiar, welcome feeling that he instinctively began to melt into you.

“What are you doing?” he asked breathlessly, his lips against your forehead.

“You said you needed to work and that I needed to rest,” you murmured back. He could feel your quiet words vibrating against his chest. “But I sleep better when you hold me. So I’m compromising.” Even through the sleepiness in your voice, Armitage could hear the light teasing that threaded through your words. Kriff, he was so in love with you.

“You’re not going to be able to sleep like this,” he told you, unable to keep the smile from his voice. You shrugged against him.

“How do you know?” you responded, adjusting your position on his lap and snuggling closer to him. He gritted his teeth, only too aware that he was losing this battle. When he remained still for a moment, you spoke again: “You can work. I’ll just be here.”

Armitage let out a huff of affectionate amusement at your words. Nevertheless, he pulled himself back toward his desk, trying to train his attention on the data screens. He was not particularly successful in that endeavor. Every instinct in his body was telling him to wrap his arms around you, to pull you closer. You were literally in his lap, pressed against his chest, and he was focused on work that was seeming less and less important by the minute as he became more and more aware of your body against his. He was struggling mightily to read over a diagram when he felt you move.

Your hands had found their way to his uniform collar and were slowly loosening the dark fabric from around his throat, undoing some of the topmost fastenings. His skin flushed, reacting immediately to the soft brush of your fingers.

“I thought you were supposed to be sleeping,” he reminded you, his lightly scolding tone no doubt getting lost in the rush of affection that he couldn’t suppress from his voice.

“You seemed uncomfortable,” you offered by way of explanation as you pulled the high collar away from his neck. “I was just trying to help.” Before he could respond, he was suddenly frozen in place by the feeling of your warm lips pressed tenderly to the revealed skin of his neck. He gripped the armrest as his breathing became fevered and uneven. He knew the battle was lost.

When your lips fell from his skin, he pulled back, letting you lean slightly into the support of his arms so that he could see your face.

“What?” you asked with a bright smile, the question suffused with false innocence.

“You are incorrigible,” he responded, tilting forward to press his forehead against yours, brushing your noses together. The action caused a spiral of sleepy giggles to bubble from your lips. Despite his attempt to affect mock disapproval, Armitage couldn’t help the way his face pulled into a smile at your reaction.

“I learned from the best,” you retorted happily, planting a tiny kiss on the tip of his nose. There was no way to hide the way his whole face went pink.

“Well, now I see why you were so good at your work, Captain,” he teased, still surprised at how easily such a response came to him when he was around you, “you can be very convincing indeed.”

“I’m not sure how good it made me at my work,” you replied, and Armitage could hear the laughter in your voice, “since this manner of persuasion is saved for you alone, General.” Your eyes were glittering and so, so soft as you looked at him. If he hadn’t already admitted defeat, this would have been the moment he would have happily given in. There was something about knowing that there was a side of you reserved solely for him that never failed to make warmth bloom in his chest.

“Hmmm… a brilliant tactician then,” he mused as he brought your head to where he could press a kiss to your temple. You hummed happily in response.

“Does this mean you’ll come to bed then?” you asked with a small yawn. Armitage was all too aware of the way your fingers had found his collar again and were slowly opening more and more of his uniform top, revealing the black shirt beneath. The skin of his chest was no doubt a humiliating shade of pink under the thin fabric as his body reacted to your gentle touch.

“Fine,” he acquiesced with an exaggerated sigh of mock-resignment. From the way you laughed, it was clear you heard the affectionate joking in his voice.

“Thank you for your sacrifice, General,” you teased back. The way your fingers were idly tracing patterns across his chest was making him feel quite dizzy.

“Far from a sacrifice,” he whispered against your temple, the joking gone from his voice, “I consider it a privilege.” You ducked your head in slight embarrassment at his words as he pressed another kiss to your hairline.

“Then why did it take so much convincing?” you murmured against his chest. There were a hundred ways Armitage could have answered that question, most of them coming down to the fact that he had gotten good at denying himself the things he wanted. This was not the time to delve into that particular subject; he wanted to keep the conversation light, aware of the fact that you seemed to be growing sleepier by the minute as you curled against him.

“Well, your methods of persuasion were perfectly attuned to your intended target,” he mused, tracing a finger along your cheek. “Perhaps I found the process of being convinced… enjoyable.” He could feel the way your skin warmed at his words.

“Now who’s being incorrigible?” you rejoined, unable to keep a smile from blooming on your face despite the teasing mock-accusation in your voice.

“You did say you learned from the best,” he reminded you, eliciting a small laugh as you tucked your head against his neck again. Kriff, you made everything in him feel so light. He could have stayed there all rest period, but he was too practical to think that the current position was a viable long-term sleeping option for either of you.

“Love, I hate to say this, but you are going to need to get up so that I can keep my promise,” he whispered against your ear. He couldn’t help but chuckle at your small whine of annoyance. Nevertheless, you crawled from his lap as his hands hovered over you, still anxious that you might become unsteady. He missed the feeling of your body against his immediately.

He stood from his chair as soon as he was certain that you were able to stand without incident. You leaned back against his desk slightly, arms wrapped around yourself as though to ward off the chill in the air that was more apparent on your bared skin now that you weren’t curled against him. Armitage placed his hands on your shoulders as you gazed at him with tired eyes.

“Go to bed,” he urged you softly. “I need to change, but I’ll be right there.”

“You promise?” you asked. Kriff, he couldn’t say no to you when you were looking at him like that – not that he was planning on denying you anything.

“I promise,” he assured you, planting a kiss on your forehead. You hummed lightly as his lips found your skin and offered him a soft smile as you vanished back toward the bedroom. Watching for just a moment to make sure your injured leg didn’t fail you, Armitage then slid into the refresher and finished the work you had been doing to loosen his uniform, the memory of your fingers still lingering against his skin. He pulled on his sleeping clothes – garments he used significantly more now that he was with you. Then he padded through the darkened rooms, turning off his data screens as he made for the bedroom. You were right: his work could wait until next cycle.

He stepped softly into the room, taking a moment to notice the way the starlight streaming in through the window cascaded over your form, bathing you in a silvery glow. His breath skipped a little in his lungs. He crawled under the covers with you, and he could tell that you were already half asleep by the way your breathing had deepened. You blinked your eyes open slightly as he slid onto the mattress next to you, a tired but genuine smile forming on your lips.

“This is so much better than just wearing your sleep clothes,” you murmured as he pulled you into his arms.

“And this is so much better than working,” Armitage sighed. “But you can wear my sleep clothes any time,” he added, the words barely above a whisper. Something about the soft darkness in the room and the way you were folded so happily against him was making him feel a little brave.

“Oh yeah?” He could tell from the hazy quality of your voice that you were on the verge of sleep. “Why?” He stroked a hand down your back, considering his reply. If he confessed now, with you already barely conscious, maybe you would wake up thinking you had dreamed it.

“I find it quite… attractive.” The word was a paltry one for the way heat had suffused his body at the sight, but it conveyed his meaning well enough for the moment. Perhaps there would be another time for him to be more explicit about his feelings on the subject. He blushed deeply in the dark.

“Then… I guess… I’ll have to wear them more often…” It was clear you were struggling to stay awake with the way your stumbling words kept trailing off. Armitage continued the gentle motion of his hand moving lightly up and down your back.

“I find you quite… appealing… no matter what you wear.” Again, the word paled in comparison to the way he felt about you. But the sentiment was true, the proof only too clear on his very reddened cheeks that he was grateful you couldn’t see.

“Armitage… are you saying…?” Your question faded from your lips as your breathing deepened. Armitage was relieved. He wasn’t sure that was a conversation he could have with you without it resulting in you getting far less sleep than you needed. Heat still spread throughout his body at the thought though. He closed his eyes, working to match his breathing to yours. There would be time for that on other nights.

“Sleep well, love,” he murmured, his lips pressed to your forehead in a reverent kiss as he wrapped you even tighter in his embrace. “You need your rest.”

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goosewriting · 2 years ago

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Make me a caf

summary: Hux seemingly wants to keep you around after you fix his caf machine.

relationship: Armitage Hux x GN reader

warnings: (18+) making out, sexual tension

word count: 7.4k (this one got away from me... i blacked out and woke up to this. i have no other explanation lol)

A/N: 100% self indulgent. partially inspired by @wordborne’s fic Strictly Business, which is a story for inquisitor!Cal. i wonder what it is about redheads in black outfits that’s so appealing to me lmao

prompt used: they are absolutely losing it, they pin you against the wall, hands on either side of your face, eyes looking down, they say through gritted teeth, "This isn't easy for me. I-I've never--You matter to me. And, You deserve way better than someone like me--" They're cut off when you pull their collar closer, shaking your head, somehow not fazed by his gaze that's ripping you bare. "I deserve you--everything of you, I want it." (source, by @urfriendlywriter)

(english is not my first language. constructive criticism and grammar corrections are very appreciated!)

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Life sure takes interesting turns sometimes. You started out as a mechanic on your home planet, then got drafted by the First Order to work on many projects, the latest being a new base on the planet Ilum, which was a very exclusive and secret project. So not only did you have to relocate for a long time while the base got built, but also in the little leave you got, you weren’t really allowed to talk to anyone.

But you decided a long time ago that’s an okay price to pay for an honestly more than decent pay. You also don’t have to pay for housing or food, you get your own quarters, all your equipment, and even a droid. So, not too shabby.

It’s been a while since you moved to Ilum now, and it’s a morning like any other. You’re the first to arrive at the workshop and your droid beeps at you, telling you that there’s a special request coming in asking for a mechanic. You ask your companion from where it comes and it projects a schematic of the base, with the room in question blinking.

You swallow hard as you realise that’s the part of the base where the captains and generals are housed. But the message was marked as urgent, and you’re the only one here right now, so you take your tools and nod to your droid to follow you.

It takes a while to navigate the labyrinth of hallways; it was pretty rare for the lower deck people to come to these parts. You have to look at your droid’s map a couple of times, but finally you make it to the right wing. Even the design of the walls is different here than it is in the other floors, it’s more sophisticated somehow.

You arrive at the room number indicated on the message and read the name on the plaque next to the door: it’s General Hux’s room. Great.

Luckily you didn’t have to deal with him personally, ever really, but you did hear the rumours, and they weren’t all too… nice. Sure, talks about Kylo Ren and his anger issues sounded worse in a way, but at least he lashed out from time to time. Hux donned you as the kind of person to be so emotionally constipated that he probably didn’t remember how to express anything else on his face except for contempt. In fact you’re pretty sure you’ve never seen the man smile.

Taking a deep breath, you knock on the door, and you’re startled as it opens almost immediately. In front of you towers none other than the General himself, sans his coat, eyeing you and your droid up and down.

“You’re late,” is all he says as he turns on his heel, and you follow him silently, deciding there’s no point in arguing to him about how he summoned you to basically the other side of the base out of the blue.

You try not to stare too much, but you can’t help taking in his room: it’s spacious, clean and tidy. There’s a main room with a couch, a chair and a caf table, and a small kitchen to the side with a breakfast nook attached to it. An open door leads to a space you can’t see, but you assume it’s a hallway to the bedroom and refresher. For a whole organisation that seems to love their sleek designs in black and red, his quarters sure are light, which in turn makes them seem bigger. The wall in the far back of the living room has a huge window reaching almost from floor to ceiling, letting in plenty of natural light, reflected on the planet’s snowy landscape.

When Hux clears his throat, you rip your eyes off the place and bring them back to him, where he stands in the kitchen with his arms crossed.

“The caf machine is broken,” is all he says, then moves past you in a way that only entitled people do, where they expect the other to move out of their way, and takes a seat on the couch, reading through his datapad.

“Right,” you say through gritted teeth, thinking back to all your diplomas and licences to repair heavy machinery, artillery, spaceships, yet here you are, fixing a caf machine.

With a sigh you approach the device and get to work. You find the problem quickly, and luckily it’s an easy fix. You stretch out your arm to your droid, asking for a tool which is handed to you with a happy beep, and finish the repair within minutes.

“All done, Sir,” you call to Hux.

“Test it to make sure,” he orders without looking up.

“...Sir?”

He sighs.

“Make me a caf,” he clarifies. His tone isn’t particularly condescending or mocking though, it’s just flat.

“Uhm, yes, Sir,” you respond, turn to the machine and all its buttons, then back to him. “How would you like your caf, Sir?”

“Surprise me,” he answers and goes back to scrolling through his datapad.

You blink a couple of times, turning back to the device. This is one of those higher end machines, you’ve never really operated one. And you don’t even know where he keeps his stuff.

As if he could read your mind at your lack of movement, he says, “Caf is in the pantry, mugs are in the cupboard above.”

You open said cupboard, finding a collection of plain, black mugs, as well as an electric grinder. In the pantry you see not just an overwhelming amount of different caf beans types, but also a whole barista set, with the little press and the whisky thing. You have never used any of these; all you know is that these sets are rather expensive. And this man apparently knows his caf, so why would he ask a random mechanic to prepare it for him?

Wondering how it is you come into ridiculous situations like this alarmingly often, you get to work, grinding the beans (you didn't know a grinder could be this silent), placing everything in the machine and starting it up. In the pantry you also find some other spices and creamer, but you reckon Hux is the kind of man to take his caf black, so you don’t put in any of the latter. Instead you add a little bit of… you don’t even know what kind of spice it is, as the little jar is unlabeled, but it smells good.

“All done, Sir,” you say as you walk up to him with the steaming mug.

He gestures to the caf table in front of him with his chin, and you’re about to place the mug down, but then see a little basket with coasters donning the First Order symbol. You pick one up and slide it under the mug.

“You can see yourself out,” is all Hux says, without looking at the mug or you.

You hesitate for a moment, not expecting to just be sent off like that. Wasn’t he even gonna try it? Wait… Why were you even waiting for a response? It’s not like you cared.

“Yes, Sir,” you bow lightly and turn on your heels, calling your droid and leaving.

On the whole walk back to your workshop, you wonder what the kriff just happened, and hope that you won’t have to deal with the General for a long time. He’s so weird.

The universe seems to be against you though, because it is only the next day when you arrive at the workshop, but this time you’re not alone. You’re the first mechanic, as for the next couple of rotations you have the early shift, but there’s a Stormtrooper waiting; that can’t mean anything good.

“Good morning, Trooper,” you greet them with a smile as you approach them. “Anything I can help you with?”

“Grab your tools and follow me,” the modulated voice orders. You pack your little bag while the Trooper just stares, then tell your droid to come, but they lift a hand.

“Leave the droid.”

You couldn’t be more confused, but you comply, telling your droid to stay. It beeps sadly and slowly rolls back around your table, where it will probably stay and wait for you to come back. You feel a little bad, but there’s nothing you can do.

The Trooper doesn’t say anything else as you follow them through the pristine halls, your steps echoing off the walls. Every now and then you have to jog a little to catch up with their hasty pace. Soon enough the route seems oddly familiar and you feel like you’re having a déjà-vu.

“Where are we going again?” you ask, even though you haven’t been told yet where the Trooper is taking you.

“General Hux called for you,” they explain.

Okay, now you are confused. You fixed his caf machine, even made him a fresh cup of it. What could he possibly still want?

The rest of the way to the General’s room is silent again, and once you arrive at the door, the Trooper knocks twice, then stands guard next to it. Again, the door opens comically quickly, as if Hux had been behind it waiting the whole time. The thought makes you smile to yourself, and you try to suppress it the best you can.

“Ah, good, you found the mechanic,” Hux says, nodding to the Trooper, who nods back and leaves the way you came from.

“What can I do for you today, Sir?” you ask as you find yourself walking into his quarters again.

This time he has you following him through the hallway to the refresher, where he points at a flickering light.

“Fix it,” he orders and leaves.

Is this some sort of twisted game where he would have you do menial tasks every day? Is the First Order targeting you? Just what in the world is going on, you think, dropping your bag of tools onto the floor with more force than necessary. I have more urgent work to do.

Heaving a silent sigh, you inspect the light. Just as you thought, all it needed was to be screwed in tighter into its socket, and the flickering stopped.

Picking up your bag from the floor, you walk into the hallway. The door to his room is open and you steal a tiny peek inside. His bed is huge! Sure must be comfy…

“All done, Sir,” you report as you come to stand beside him.

“Excellent. Now,” he says as he leaves his datapad on the couch and stands up, taking a step towards you, towering over you. Instinctively you take a step back, and the tiniest of smiles appears on his freckled face. Huh, you hadn’t noticed before that he has freckles.

“Make me a caf,” he orders.

“Sir,” you start, averting your gaze from his piercing one. “With all due respect, you have a functioning caf machine right there. I don’t see why my presence is needed.”

He narrows his eyes at you.

“How did you prepare the caf yesterday?” he asks.

Oh Maker, he probably hated it, you think as you tighten your grip on the strap of your bag.

“Uhm, I…” you hate yourself for stumbling over your words. You bet he’s getting a kick out of this. “Was it not to your liking Sir? If so, I apologise–”

“That was the best damn caf I’ve had in a long time,” he interrupts you, and you can only look up at him in surprise. “How did you prepare it?”

“I made a… I think it’s called a blend?” you try your darndest to remember just what you did yesterday when you experimented with the ingredients in the pantry. “I used beans from two different packs. They seemed like they would go well together… Sir.”

Why did you even do that? You have no idea. You’re also pretty sure you added one of the spices.

“Interesting,” Hux remarks, leaning back to stand at his full height. You didn’t even notice he was leaning in so close to you.

You kinda just stand in place, waiting for further instructions, while his eyes seem to burn through your very soul, his face unreadable.

“Then, surprise me again, mechanic,” he orders, and walks back to the couch.

You gulp for what you’re about to say, but you don’t like how he calls you ‘mechanic’ like it’s a derogatory term.

“Actually, Sir, it’s…” you say and pause, waiting for him to turn to you, and then you tell him your name.

He repeats it, as if testing out how it sounds, and you reprimand yourself internally for the beat your heart just skipped when you heard him say it.

Hux turns his attention back to the datapad, and you quickly make your way into the kitchen, leaving your bag on one of the stools.

Once more you find yourself in front of the pantry, and you get to work. You sniff the different caf packets, trying to understand anything from the colourfully worded descriptions on the back. With a shrug, you just follow your nose like you did last time, and grind up two different kinds of beans, this time without any spices, and let the machine do the rest.

Once it’s ready, you bring it to the caf table, where a coaster is already waiting this time. You place down the mug and bring your hands behind your back, waiting to be dismissed.

But instead, Hux takes the mug into his hand, blowing softly on it, and takes a sip. All without breaking eye contact with you. He waits a couple of seconds and hums. You hope that’s a good thing.

“Interesting choice,” he remarks, looking into the dark liquid reflecting the room’s lights in ripples. “You’re dismissed.”

“Sir,” you excuse yourself with the same bow as yesterday, grab your bag, and leave his quarters.

You take a quick look at the time on your datapad and curse under your breath as you’re gonna be late for the second rotation in a row, and speed up your pace.

This whole spiel goes on for almost two weeks: Hux sends someone to retrieve you from the workshop early in the morning, has you do some menial task as an excuse for calling you, then orders you to make him caf. The feedback you get for your results is sparse at best, usually only one or two words. But you did notice that he has a preference for one type of blend mixed with a certain spice. You even went as far as looking up more things to spice caf up with on the holonet, trying to apply it to the ingredients in his pantry.

The more time you spend in his room, the more he opens up little by little as well. At first you’d work in silence. Then he’d sit on the stools by the kitchen instead of the couch, doing some work. Then he’d put down the datapad to watch you work, and it even came as far as doing smalltalk. Once he even asked you for your input regarding a technical matter in his work, where you caught a glimpse of some schematics of something huge. You’d be lying if you said it didn’t make you curious to know what he was working on.

As ridiculous as this whole situation was, not only did you find yourself looking forward to seeing a Trooper every morning, but you made it your goal to make a caf that would blow Hux’s socks right off.

It’s shortly after the two week mark of this whole thing that you’re on your way to the workshop, expecting to see a Trooper to pick you up, but the place is actually empty, save for your co-worker who’s on the early shift. You greet your droid, who beeps happily at your arrival, and you look around.

“Did anyone come by, buddy?” you ask, and get a negative beep-boop.

When you ask the other mechanic, she also says it’s been just her until now.

Huh, weird. No, wait, hold on a minute – why are you even expecting to get summoned in the first place? You can finally catch up on all the work you’re behind on because of the little “caf-scapades”, as you’ve been calling them.

“Alright, let’s get to work,” you tell your droid and pat it a couple of times. “There’s a lot to do.”

The nagging feeling that something is wrong doesn’t leave you though, in fact, the more time passes, the stronger it seems to get. By the end of your shift, you wonder if you should pay the General a visit out of your own volition. But you decide against it, after all he could be on a mission somewhere, or maybe he was busy today. Either way, it’s none of your business.

You wrap up for the day and finish cleaning your workstation, get your dinner, and not long after, find yourself getting ready for bed. After a quick shower, you change into a tank top and shorts, your go-to sleepwear. You’re glad that despite the harsh outside conditions, the living quarters are well heated.

Just as you’re lifting the blanket to get into your bed, you hear your datapad beep twice: a message. You wonder who it could be this late at night.

With a sigh, you make your way to the table and pick up the device, squinting at the light in your already dark room. You almost drop it to the floor when you see the message: “Come now. Alone.” It’s from an unknown sender, but marked as urgent: it’s gotta be from Hux. You glance at the time and roll your eyes. Of course he would have you on a regular trip to his room every morning for half a month, then suddenly stop, only to call you to his room in the middle of the night. Just what is this guy’s deal?!

You look down at yourself and sigh. This isn’t how you want the General to see you, at least not right now. Not yet. Perhaps.

You don’t really own any civilian clothes, as you’re always in the base. The only non overall kind of clothing you have is a First Order uniform, but that one is only ever really used for official events or gatherings. Plus it’s rather stiff.

All your coveralls are currently either covered in grease and/or smell of engine oil. Besides, you don’t wanna wear those over your PJs. So you grab the next best option, which is the summer version of the coveralls you almost never use because they have short sleeves, and it’s mandatory to wear long sleeves and gloves in most of the hangars and workshops. They’re clean at least, so you quickly jump into them, not even bothering to zip it up all the way, slip into your boots and head out.

Walking down the hallways to the military wing of the base at this time of night is strange; for some reason there’s more Troopers and people out and about than in the early mornings. They give you a strange side-eye when walking past you, but no one seems to question your presence at least.

When you finally make it to Hux’s room, you lift your hand to knock, but hesitate.

Why would he call you out here at this hour anyways? On one side you expect him to tell you that he’s grown tired and bored of you. On the other side you know he wouldn’t do that, not like this at least.

All day, ever since not being picked up by a Trooper, you’ve been plagued by this little voice in your head. A nagging feeling that was disguised as a strange curiosity to know where the caf-scapades would bring you two in terms of getting to know each other, yet you knew that beneath it was genuine worry for the General. He doesn’t contact you all day, then suddenly messages you (which means he went out of his way to get your contact information, since you hadn’t given it to him), and here you are, running to him the second he calls you.

You grimace at the thought, or rather the realisation, that you actually came to… like the General.

He has a weird sense of humour, and isn’t good at expressing how he feels. But if you look closely enough, you can recognise the subtle changes in his face that give away his thoughts. You can’t deny that he is very handsome, but you’re also aware that he can be a dangerous man. You’ve heard enough stories of what he and Ren have done and are capable of. And yet… There's something about his presence, like he’s surrounded by this air full of purpose and confidence, that you can’t help being pulled towards him.

So yeah, you’re intrigued by him. And you want to see more.

Taking a deep breath, you knock on the door in the pattern you usually do.

But the door stays closed.

Suddenly it dawns on you that you didn’t actually know for sure who sent the message. What if it wasn’t Hux, and something happened to him? What if he was hurt and this was all a trap?

You hold your breath, tilting your ear towards the door, trying to hear if there’s anyone at all in there, when you suddenly hear a groan from the other side.

You’re about to call out to Hux but stop yourself. You’re sure it was a groan right, and not a… moan? You feel heat rising to your cheeks at the thought.

Shaking away the images threatening to flood your brain, you knock again. You really hope you’re not interrupting anything.

This time the groan is louder, clearly pained, and it’s calling your name.

“Sir?” you ask, now definitely worried for his well-being, all other theories thrown out the window.

Suddenly, the door whooshes open, but there’s no one in front of it. Instead, you see the remote aimed at the entrance (so that’s how he opened the door so quickly), held by a Hux who’s half hanging from the couch onto the floor.

“General!” you call, close the door behind you and rush to his side.

Hux is only wearing his trousers; his shirt, jacket and belt are strewn on the floor. He probably was trying to get dressed or change, but collapsed. You grab his arms to pull him up, and you get to sit him down properly on the couch. His face is flushed all the way down to his neck, clearly running a fever. Your hand shoots up to touch his forehead and he’s burning. He weakly swats your hand away and winces in pain, his eyes shut tightly, and you feel your own gaze travelling down his jaw to his collarbones, to all the freckles covering his shoulders and pecs.

Forcing yourself to tear away your eyes, you shake his shoulder lightly.

“Sir, you need to go to bed and rest,” you tell him.

“I- I was… trying,” he huffs between heavy breaths, his eyes meeting your own in what you guess was meant to be a glare, but they lack their usual intensity.

“Lean onto me,” you instruct, pulling him up by an arm and throwing it over your shoulder. You feel how he’s fighting to slump all of his weight on you, and get moving.

It takes a while and Hux almost falls to the floor twice, but you make it to his room, where he lets himself fall onto the bed. You rush to the refresher, where you remember seeing a first aid kit, and bring it back to the room. You help him take off his boots and lift the blanket for him to climb into the bed, tucking him in once he’s settled. Then you sit down on the edge of the bed and start unpacking the kit. A cold patch goes to his forehead and you take his temperature, which is way too high.

“I’m gonna give you a stim, okay?” you warn him as you take it out of the kit, pulling the blanket down a little so you can apply it. You stick it below his collarbone in a quick motion, and he hisses.

“There, there,” you coo and can’t help but smile. He grunts as he places his forearm over his face, and you pull the blanket back up properly.

After packing everything into the kit and putting it to the side, you go to the kitchen to get a cup of water. Back in the room, you hand Hux some pills and the cup, and he downs it all without even asking what it is and with no snarky remark, which makes you feel even worse for him; the fever must be really bad.

You’re still sitting at his side, taking in his state and wondering what else you can do, when a question pops into your head.

“Why did you call me, General?” you ask him, and he peeks at you from under his arm. “Shouldn’t you have gotten a nurse or a medical droid?”

“Didn’t get my caf today,” he rasps.

“Oh, so it’s my fault you came down with a fever?” you retort playfully. He nods, and you can’t help but laugh a little.

“So now I gotta make up for my mistake?” you add, and he nods again. You exhale through your nose with a smile. “Well, General, I did all I can do for you. I’m gonna go get a medical droid–”

But before you can stand up, his hand shoots up to grab your wrist, yanking you back down.

“Armitage,” he whispers, blinking a couple of times, trying to focus his eyes on you.

“Sir–” is all you get out, trying to loosen his grip on your wrist.

“Call me Armitage,” he repeats, louder this time, eyes suddenly full of an intensity you didn’t know he had left in his state.

“Sir, I can’t– You’re–” you whimper in pain as his grip tightens around you even more. “You’re hurting me, Armitage.”

Hux looks up at you a moment longer, then down at his hand, and suddenly lets go, as if he only now realised what he was doing.

“I– I didn’t mean to…” he mumbles as his hand hesitantly reaches up to your wrist again, but much gentler this time. His fingers ghost over the irritated skin, taking your hand in his larger one, and bringing it to his mouth to kiss your knuckles.

“Stay the night,” he orders, and you feel like your heart, brain, lungs �� everything just stops working altogether.

“Gener–” you start but his brows furrow in a warning glare, so you correct yourself. “Armitage, I really shouldn’t. I can’t.”

Not when you’re like this, at least, you add in your mind.

“I won’t do anything, I promise,” he assures you, his face softening, but eyes still as intense. “Just stay by my side.”

Your eyes fall to your hand still in his, and you feel him give you a squeeze. After a moment, you return it. You’re aware that this can end in one of two ways: it’s either the start of something very interesting, or the end of your career as you know it. Are you really about to risk it all for some fun?

“Okay,” you finally give in, and he sighs in relief.

Hux pats the space next to him in his enormous bed, and you walk over to the other side of it, lying down on top of the blanket. He holds your hand again and closes his eyes, starting to drift off.

– – – – –

The next morning, Hux wakes up to a dull pang of pain behind his eyes. He squints as he takes in his surroundings. When did he get to bed? Did he forget to close the blinds last night? Sitting up in the bed, he sees the patch from his forehead fall into his lap. Did he get that himself from the refresher? Why can’t he remember anything from last night?

He throws his legs over the edge of the bed, seeing that he’s still wearing his uniform’s trousers. On the nightstand is a glass of water and some pills which he assumes to be aspirin. He downs it, drinking the whole thing. Why is he so thirsty?

His eyes travel over the bed when he realises that not only is the other side ruffled, as if someone had slept there, but there’s some mechanic’s overalls neatly folded at the end of the bed too. He freezes, racking his brain for any events of the night prior, but it’s all a blur.

Suddenly he hears some clinking sounds from the kitchen. Sniffing the air he also smells food. Just as he’s about to get up to investigate, you come walking through the door, and his heart skips several beats. You’re only wearing a tank top and shorts, showing much more skin than he’d ever seen from you, and he immediately decides that he likes what he sees.

“Oh, you’re up,” you say, coming to a halt just as you pass the door, suddenly very self-conscious of how his eyes are essentially eating you up. “I made breakfast, and caf. Are you feeling any better?”

He doesn’t answer, instead looking down at the floor. You being here, dressed like this, does that mean that last night you two…? And if so, why couldn’t he remember any of it?!

Given his lack of response, you walk around the bed and stand in front of Hux, looking at him with worry.

“Hey, are you okay?” you ask, your hand coming up to his forehead. You sigh in relief when you notice his fever is almost gone, but you don’t miss how he tenses up at your touch. So if he’s back to normal again… “A-Armitage?”

Hux straightens up suddenly at the use of his name, and looks at you with a ferocity you hadn’t seen before. You instinctively take a step back, and immediately regret it when you see the hurt cross his face for a split second. Hux’s eyes fall and go to your hand which had just been on his forehead moments ago. A scowl spreads on his face as he carefully takes your wrist and brings it up to his face to inspect the bruising that spreads from the back of your hand to almost the middle of your forearm.

“Who did this to you?” he asks through gritted teeth, clearly upset.

“You did,” you answer, and he looks up at you in disbelief. “You don’t… remember anything from last night?”

“I don’t,” he groans, and when he looks back up at you, his ears burn in the cutest shade of pink. “Since I don’t remember, I have to ask… Did we… last night?”

Your cheeks get set ablaze as you shake your head, biting your lip. When he sighs in relief, you feel your heart sink momentarily, but it resumes its erratic beating with his next words.

“I’d hate myself if something happened and I didn’t remember it the next day,” he’s quick to clarify, still not letting go of your hand. “And about this… I’m sorry.”

You don’t think that apologies are something that comes easy to Hux, so you know you should just take it as such and shut up, but you can’t help your blabbering, trying to make him feel better for some reason.

“Don’t worry about it, I bruise easily,” you say with a sheepish smile. “Besides, I’ve had worse. I’ll survive.”

“Worse?” Hux asks, concerned for you and at the same time enraged at the thought of someone else hurting you.

“Yeah, look at this,” you reply, removing your hand from his to lift your shirt up a little, while the other pulls down the hem of your shorts ever so slightly, to show him a scar that goes from above your hip bone up and around your ribcage. “This one I got from when an engine fell on me.”

So you meant work accidents and not someone else laying a hand on you. Hux feels the earlier rage dissipate as he takes in your scar, and the way you so easily bared yourself to him.

Being pulled towards him by your hips, you watch in complete shock when Hux places the softest of kisses on your scar, then traces it with his fingers. He’s so close, you wonder if he can hear your heart pounding against your ribcage.

“Shall we get breakfast then?” he asks, suddenly very matter-of-factly, and stands up. “Wouldn’t want the caf to get cold after all.”

Hux walks past you to the wardrobe, getting out of your sight as he stands behind the open door. You take a moment to control your breathing and imagination, then walk towards the kitchen.

When he joins you on the stools, you notice he changed into more comfortable clothes, and you pass him his mug and a plate of eggs and bacon.

“I can also make some porridge if you think you’d stomach that better?” you offer.

“This is perfect,” he retorts, and starts eating.

You prop your hand on your elbow for a second, just taking in this moment which seems… strangely domestic. And peaceful. It feels like something you could get used to.

Snapping back to reality, you check the time on the microwave, and scramble to your feet.

“Ah, kriff! I’m so late!” you start running back and forth, gathering your things. You quickly slip into your overalls and jump into your boots without even tying them up. You appear once more next to Hux, who’s still calmly enjoying his breakfast.

“You better take the day off. I don’t want to see you around, you hear me?” you tell him, pointing at him with a scolding finger. “Drink plenty of water and stay in bed, okay? Message me if anything comes up.”

Before you realise what you’re doing, you place a quick kiss to his cheek, say your goodbyes and dash out the door, leaving a very perplexed Hux in the kitchen.

It’s only as you’re rushing down the halls that you realise not only what you’ve done but also how this must look to the passers-by: someone getting out of a high ranking officer’s room with rather dishevelled hair, not having even put on your clothes properly. You swallow your pride though, ignoring all the looks you get, and run as fast as you can to your room to get changed.

When you finally make it to the workshop, it’s no surprise to see your supervisor there, and he’s fuming. You try to sneak by to your workstation somehow, but he sees you and calls you over to his office, where he gives you an earful about impunctuality and responsibility and yadda yadda yadda. Then he goes on about how highly irregular this behaviour is from you since you’ve always been a diligent worker, and you better think twice before not appearing for work next time.

You bite your tongue and let it all pass over you. As long as you finish your work within the deadline, there’s no real risk here.

When your boss finally lets you go, you rush to your droid and get to work immediately. The next couple of rotations you’re immersed in your job, taking shift after shift to catch up on everything you still have to get done. In all this time, there’s no messages from Hux, and you’re glad, because you would probably say things to him that you’d regret later if you saw him right now. Getting so behind schedule in the first place is kind of his fault. Sure, you never told him that you were losing precious hours of work, but you didn’t think it’d get this far. That you would come to enjoy his company and hope he enjoyed yours, to the point where he had asked you to spend the night.

So, right now, you don’t want to see him, not until after the deadline. But the universe has other plans for you yet again, as it is the day before it that you see Hux again.

You had told him he should message you. He could have gone and sent a Trooper for you like last time. But no, what does this guy do? Comes to get you personally.

If it wasn’t for your droid, you wouldn’t even have seen him coming because you’re currently head-first inside a cockpit, trying to reach some cables. But its beeps alert you, and you spring up so hastily that you hit your head on the dashboard.

With a hiss and rubbing over the spot you just hit, you get out of the ship, where Hux and two of his Troopers are waiting.

“General Hux,” you greet with a polite smile, “What can I do for you?”

“Come with me,” he orders, and for a moment you look at him in disbelief.

Just what is he getting at now? No greeting, no nothing? Just ordering you around again, in front of your crew? Making you lose even more hours of work? Oh, two can play that game.

“No,” you retort after a scoff.

He comes to a halt and turns around slowly, his eyes narrowed at you in a warning glare.

“I beg your pardon?” he asks, his whole body language telling you to measure your next words very carefully, but instead, you slightly lift your chin in a defiant gesture.

“Then beg.”

Hux curls his fists at his side, and the Troopers lift their blasters to aim at you, but he lifts one hand, and they lower their weapons, but not without giving each other a look behind the General.

At this point the whole workshop is so silent, you’re sure you’d be able to hear a needle drop onto the metallic floor. Even the TIE fighters in the hangars around you seem to roar more silently.

“I am the General in charge of this base and you will listen to me!” he suddenly yells, and you avert your eyes. You can’t believe he just pulled rank on you.

Letting the tool you were holding fall into the toolbox with a clank, you walk up to him, still not looking him in the eyes.

He slightly shakes his head at you, then turns on his heels and heads for the hallway, with you in tow and the Troopers at the end.

Hux takes a different route than expected; instead of taking you to his quarters, which are pretty far away, he heads to the office wing, finding an empty conference room and getting in. He slams the button on the panel for the blinds, and the inner windows dividing the room and the hallway go dark.

“No interruptions,” he instructs the Troopers through gritted teeth, then closes the door.

You find yourself in the rather dark room now, alone, with a seemingly very angry General. He suddenly turns around and takes quick steps towards you, pushing you back against the conference table and trapping you between his arms.

“Don’t you dare defy me like that again in front of the others,” he threatens you.

“Defy you?” you say with a wry smile, crossing your arms in front of your chest. “You don’t get to order me around like your Stormtroopers. You can ask nicely, you know? Or just, I don’t know, like a normal person?”

He groans, slamming his fist onto the table, which startles you. You don’t like this attitude at all, so you push him back and take a step to the side.

“General– No, Armitage,” you try softening him up by using his name, and it seems to be working. “What even are we?”

He starts walking towards you again, slowly backing you up against the wall this time.

“If this is just a game to you, then–” you start, your hands on his chest in an attempt to push him off, but you don’t actually put any strength into it because you know what you actually want. So you let yourself be pushed further, your heart pounding with every step backwards you take. “Then let’s just stop right here. But if you’re serious about this, you need to tell me, please…”

By now, Hux is absolutely losing it, and he finally pins you against the wall, hands on either side of your face, eyes looking down into yours.

"This isn't easy for me,” he says through gritted teeth. “I– I've never– You matter to me. And, maybe you deserve better than someone like me–"

He’s cut off when you pull him closer by the collar, shaking your head, somehow not fazed by his gaze that's ripping you bare.

"I deserve you– everything of you, I want it,” you breathe.

With that, Hux’s last thread of self-control snaps, and he presses his body against yours, smashing his lips on yours. The kiss is heated, sloppy and messy, but you wouldn’t have it any other way. Finally you’re able to show just how much you’ve been longing for each other.

The General slips his hands under your thighs, pulling you up against the wall. You gasp in surprise and he uses that to press his tongue against yours. You hook your ankles behind him, both your hands roaming each other in desperation.

When you finally break for air, you’re panting, but Hux attacks your neck next, and he’s relentless. He spends what feels like an eternity and yet nowhere near enough kissing, biting, licking every inch of your skin he can reach. You’re sure the grip of his hands on your legs will leave bruises again, but this time you find yourself looking forward to them.

Once Hux seems satisfied, he nuzzles his face into the crook of your neck, his shoulders rising and falling quickly with his ragged breathing.

“When you showed me that scar,” he whispers against your skin. “I thought I was gonna take you then and there.”

He leans his head back only enough to look at you, and the intensity of his eyes sends a shudder to your very bones.

“I’ll map every inch of your skin, every scar, mole and freckle, and mark it up. I want all of you,” he growls, and you’re not sure if it’s supposed to be a threat or a promise; you’re just glad that he’s holding you in place because your knees have long since given out.

You cup his face, and bring him in for another kiss. This time it’s much slower, gentler, but just as deep.

“I’d like that,” you breathe into his lips, and he smiles.

When he finally lets you down, you have to hold onto Hux because of how wobbly your legs are.

“You good?” he asks, his hands on the underside of your arms to hold you.

“Yeah,” you reassure him, and have to choke back a laugh when you look up at him.

“What?” he questions with an amused little smile.

“Come here, lemme fix your hair. You’re quite a mess,” you say, and he leans down so you can smooth out his hair as best as you can.

“Well, you should see yourself,” he chuckles as he returns the favour.

Once you’re both more or less presentable, you walk to the door. Before Hux opens it though, he takes your hand one last time in his and brings it to his lips, kissing your knuckles.

“See you tonight?” he asks, hopeful.

“Can’t wait,” you say with a wink.

– – – – –

Bonus:

When you make it back to your table in the workshop with a dreamy look on your face, your co-worker brings her hand to her mouth with a gasp.

“What?” you ask her, looking around in surprise, trying to find the source of her horror.

“Really? The General?!” she whisper-shouts, gesturing to you to follow her.

She guides you to the little supply closet at the end of the workshop and rummages in a box for a clean rag.

“What do you mean? Was it so obvious?” you ask, your cheeks still ablaze from before.

“Obvious?” she repeats rhetorically, handing you the rag and a little pocket mirror. “Honey, you can see those hickeys all the way from Coruscant.”

“Wait, what?” you blurt out and look into the mirror. Sure enough, the General made sure you won’t be able to walk around the base without a turtleneck for several rotations. He went absolutely ham.

“Gha!” you shriek, tying the rag around your neck like a scarf. “I’m gonna kill him!”

#goose feathers #hux x reader #general hux x reader #armitage hux x reader #sw hux x reader #star wars x reader

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Small Fun Poll - 5/16/24

Which fanfic idea/prompt do you like the best? 10 options! May be featured as a Fanfic Friday Fanfic in the future! Read Below The Cut! :P

Klarion (Klarion The Witch Boy) X Female Reader - Mini Angst/Fluff (whipped for the other kind of trope)

Klarion, being the mischievous witch boy the world has ever seen, decides to cause chaos in your favorite cafe. As the world was basically going crazy around you, you go up to the havok-causing witch boy and politely ask him to stop. Klarion is slightly shocked. No one had ever asked him so nicely, almost sincerely, and with a smile on their face. Before you knew it, you not only left a beverage, but with a almost love-sick Klarion and his cat.

2. Gaston LeGume (Live Action Beauty And The Beast) X GN Reader - Slight Angst/Fluff

You work as a barmaid at the tavern that Gaston frequents. Gaston, whenever he enters the tavern, always flirts with you, but you know that he has his heart set on Belle. Your heart yearns for him, but you know you can not have him... But, one night, an old lady gifts you a potion... A love potion. Will you succumb to your broken heart, or will you use the love potion to get what your heart's always desired?

3. Harry Osborn (The Amazing Spider-Man) X Female Reader - Mini Angst/Fluff

You and Harry Osborn have been dating for a long time, ever since you met him at work. Now dating, you are smothered in his love, affection, and constant - constant gifts. Harry would give you random - almost always expensive - things every day. You wanted more meaningful gifts, and convincing Harry to settle down a bit on the gifts was... Well, not easy.

4. Armitage Hux (Star Wars) X GN Reader - Slight Angst/Fluff (somewhat grumpy x sunshine trope)

You and Armitage work together, very closely, Armitage hates it, you love it. You love meeting new people and spending time with the people you find interesting. A lot of people on the Starkiller Base think you are somewhat odd - you being so happy-go-lucky all the time. Armitage doesn't believe that you have anything in common with him; he's proven wrong.

5. Coriolanus Snow (The Hunger Games: Ballad Of Songbirds And Snakes) X Female Reader - Angst/Fluff (enemies to lovers trope)

You are the eldest sister of Felix Ravinstill - strikingly beautiful, sharp wit, and extremely rich. Your parents are ready to marry you off. But to whom? Well, there are a few people they could choose... But, to your surprise, Coriolanus Snow is chosen. You're not too happy about the marriage in the beginning, but somewhere down the line, you fall for the young man. Coriolanus though, he only married you to get another step closer to becoming Panem's next president.

6. Jaskier (The Witcher) X Female Reader - Slight Angst/Fluff (Inspired by: Labour by Paris Paloma)

Jaskier and Geralt stop at a small tavern as they were traveling through a small town. They were both glad to be able to rest for a short while, and grab something to eat and drink before trying to find some place to stay for the night. Jaskier was having a grand ol' time, until you walked right up on stage. With a small frown and sad eyes, you sing your song, and Jasker is mesmerized by you instantly.

7. Willy Wonka (Wonka) X GN Reader - Mini Angst/Fluff (friends to lovers trope)

You help Willy and your friends conjure up the plan to stop the Chocolate Cartel. You are worried for Willy, hoping that he wouldn't get caught in his carefully thought-out plan. And though you had only known Willy for a short while - and with the constant worry for his life - the moment you saw him, covered in melt chocolate, you can't help but run into his awaiting arms. But, is this just a beautiful friendship, or is there something sweeter bubbling underneath the surface?

8. Kori/Starfire (Teen Titans) X GN Reader - Fluff

You and Kori just spend a quiet night in - with Silkie of course - playing Just Dance. You both have a lovely time dancing, which may or may not lead into a somewhat awkward - but wonderful - confession from the both of you.

9. Anakin Skywalker (Star Wars) X Female Reader - Mini Angst/Fluff (competition/bet trope)

You and Anakin finally get to have a small break from missions and boring Jedi meetings. You and Anakin travel to a planet where - similar to Tatooine - loves pod racing. You surprise Anakin with a small bet, and Anakin won't back down from that; he truly thinks he can beat you. And with your bets on the table, will he win, or will you?

10. Harry Hart (Kingsman) X Fluff Reader - Angst/Fluff

Harry finally introduces Eggsy to you - his secret wife - but after the church incident, Eggsy has the hardest job to do... Tell you that Harry was dead. But, what happens when Eggsy and Merlin find Harry alive in America? Who's going to tell you that your husband has been alive, and has forgotten most of his memories... And has forgotten about you?

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To anyone who reads this, you do not have to participate if you do not want to. I just thought it would be fun to make a poll. I haven't done one in a while, and don't really know what to make it about. XD

Chloe

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ladyxskywalker · 3 years ago

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JULY 2022 (part one)

fandoms featured on this list; star wars, kenobi, the mandalorian, rogue one, & triple frontier 💫

thank you to the amazing fic writers for sharing some wonderful stories with all of us ! & to the kind readers for their support. 💙

please assume that all works & the blogs they belong to are 18+ only

mature adult content will be marked with a double asterisk **

be sure to check all warnings & tags before reading, feel free to skip if something isn't for you

& of course, enjoy responsibly

all the love xo A ☕

✨️ apologies for this month’s list being a little shorter than usual ! I had some things going on, so some of these are comfort reads, & repeats that I’ve read again, new things I’ve read, or various series that I’ve started. hope you enjoy ! & happy reading ! 🤗

please send me things to read ! favorite fics or something you've written that you're proud of ! 💌

find more monthly fic recs over on my masterlist, Aug 2022 coming soon ! ✨

please let me know if you would like to be removed

✨ new authors & characters added for the first time !

STAR WARS

✨ some authors are mentioned more than once throughout the list, check to see if your works are there !

✨ Anakin Skywalker

Stars, Hide Your Fires by @dearviper ao3 (sith!reader) (cw: major character death, mace windu)

Stay In My Memories (series) by @blxckmccn on ao3 (kenobi series) (inquisitor!f!reader) (canon divergence, lost memories, love triangle) (obi wan, anakin skywalker | darth vader) **

Stolen Moments by @full-time-make-believer, FullTimeMakeBeliever on ao3 (f!reader)

✨ Armitage Hux

Between the Wars by @mylifeisactuallyamess (f!reader, or gn!reader)

The Crystalline Knowledge of You (series) by @Irma7x on ao3 (practical magic au) (armitage hux, kylo ren) (f!reader) **

Prompts – Hux has baby fever by @mylifeisactuallyamess (cw: children, babies) (f!reader)

✨ Boba Fett

Arise, Ascend (series) by @zinzinina (f!reader) **

✨ Din Djarin

Brown Eyes (series) by @mandelirious (coffee shop au) (modern au)

Distracted by @ghostwiththemostbitch (sex pollen, consensual) (f!reader) **

Grogu’s Teacher (series) by @firstofficerwiggles (mand’alor!din) (f!reader)

Like A Moth to the Flame by @the-scandalorian (monster!dark!din) (dark beauty & the beast au) (f!reader) **

Skydalorian (series) (three works) by @celestial-alignment @Celestial_Alignment on ao3 (din x luke) **

The Mand’alor and the Jedi (series) (four works) by @theunacknowledged on ao3 (general)

You got me flowers? by @writingforcurrentobsessions

Prompts – ‘you deserve better than what you've got’ & ‘you're not at war anymore you could come home’ by @forever-rogue (f!reader)

✨ Kylo Ren

Mornings by @starsandroots (sir ren universe) (supreme leader!kylo) (wife!f!reader) **

Sparks and Embers (series) by @paper-n-ashes, paper_in_ashes on ao3 (kylo ren x ofc, poe dameron x ofc) **

✨ Obi Wan Kenobi

Daybreak by @zinzinina (cw: semi public sex) (tpm!obi) (f!reader) **

Dust to Dust, ii by @avarkriss (f!reader) **

The Language of Flowers (series) by @huffle-pissed (medieval au) (knight!obi)

Like Turning on the Light by @full-time-make-believer (f!reader) **

Made in the A.M. (series) by @strwrs @kittfisto on ao3 (gn!reader)

The Morning After by @scribble-dribble-writes

The River by @kittfisto on ao3 (gn!reader) **

Skin & Bones, ii by @hellotherekenobi **

Soft Family Fluff, ii, & iii by @forever-rogue (dad!obi wan) (wifef!reader) (cw:children)

✨ Padme Amidala

Stay In My Memories (series) by @blxckmccn on ao3 (kenobi series) (inquisitor!f!reader) (canon divergence, lost memories, love triangle) (obi wan, anakin skywalker, darth vader) **

[link under anakin skywalker ^^]

Prompts – Padme is feeling overwhelmed by taking care of the twins, Obi Wan is there for her by @labyrinth-runner (obidala)

✨ Paz Vizsla

Soulmate Prompts – your soulmate’s name appears as a tattoo by @ohheyitsokay (f!reader) **

✨ Poe Dameron

Back by @roanniom **

How We Fall by @uwingdispatch (gn!reader) **

It’s Always Belonged to You by @im-poe-dameron (f!reader) **

Quiet by @the-little-ewok (f!reader) **

Ten, Eleven, Twelve by @foxilayde (f!reader) **

Prompt – ‘I have the feeling that you’re trying not to kiss me and I give you permission to just do it.’ by @disabledameron (gn!reader)

ROGUE ONE

✨ Cassian Andor

A Story of A Princess by @storiesmadeofstars on ao3 (cassian andor x leia organa) (cw: children)

Departures by @storiesmadeofstars on ao3 (cassian andor x leia organa) (pre-rogue one)

Enemies to Lovers Prompt, ‘What do you want?!’ ‘You!’ by @autumnleaves1991-blog (f!reader) **

Steam, Domestic Intimacy Prompt, by @poeticandors

Tell the Galaxy A Tale by @storiesmadeofstars on ao3 (cassian andor & leia organa)

There Will Be A Time by @storiesmadeofstars on ao3 (cassian andor x leia organa) (canon divergence, post rogue one)

Unfaltering by @uwingdispatch (cw: chronic illness, pain, ptsd, implied sexual intimacy) (gn!reader) **

TRIPLE FRONTIER

✨ Benny Miller

Sunshine State (series) by @brewsterispunkk (f!reader) **

Words Unsaid, & Help From An Old Friend by @autumnleaves1991-blog (f!reader)

✨ Frankie Morales

Back on Your Feet (Fries & Peaches) by @the-blind-assassin-12 (f!reader)

The Flamingo & The Fish by @the-blind-assassin-12 (writer’s iron chef)

Frankie…Frankie from Across the Street by @icanbeyourjedi (f!reader) (cw: ptsd, fireworks, drinking, food) **

Paper Planes, ii by @hopeamarsu (soulmate au) (f!reader) **

Prompt – ‘I know you probably hate me right now, I get it.’ by @forever-rogue (f!reader)

✨ Santiago Garcia

Prompts – ‘I’ve always wondered what it would be like to kiss you’ by @dailyreverie (cw: alcohol)

✨ Will Miller

Wisteria & Moonlight (series) by @artemiseamoon (werewolf au, priestess!ofc) (original characters) **

** be sure to check out part two for moon knight, pedro pascal characters, & more multi fandom recs 📖

#star wars fanfiction #the mandalorian fanfiction #rogue one fanfiction #triple frontier fanfiction #pxk monthly fic recs 💫#pxk monthly reading list 💌

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adaodinson · 3 years ago

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It´s all practical

Hey! So, I just rewatched the Star Wars sequels and my crush on Hux returned so here goes nothing.

This story happens in the 9th episode when Finn, Poe and Chewie discover Hux is the spy, reader is with them when this happens.

Summary: While rescuing Chewie, your friends and you discover who the spy for the Resistance is, and you refuse to let more people die if you can help it.

Warnings: canon violence, mentions of trauma and sadness, fluff and I think that´s it.

Relationship: Armitage Hux x gn!reader

You heard Finn and Poe´s fight in the distance. They were standing beside you, but you were inside your mind, trying to cope with the idea of dying. Because the fact was, you were about to die. You had managed to find Chewie, but the stormtroopers found you when Poe got hurt. Now they were pointing blasters at you, ready to fire.

You took your mind to your family: your parents, your brother, your friends. You wanted them to be the last thing you saw. Their faces, their-

-Actually- You heard a familiar voice behind you- I would like to have the honor- It was Hux. Of course. You didn´t even get time to close your eyes as you heard shots, but… you weren´t dead. Wait, what?

The four of you turned around to see all stormtroopers on the ground and Hux holding a blaster. Your gaze went to his face immediately. He seemed almost scared. He was certainly nervous.

-I´m the spy- WHAT THE KRIFFING HELL?!

-I knew it was you!- Poe yelled. Yeah, right.

-No, you didn´t!- Finn answered back.

You didn´t know how to react when reality slapped you across the face.

-We have to get out of here, now- You motioned your friends to hurry and ran closely behind Hux.

There was no time for questions, no matter how many you had.

-Here! You don´t have long!- Hux´s face seemed honest. He was normally hard to read, at least the few times you had seen him, but now he looked almost… with hope.

-Wait!- Poe yelled- Why are you helping us?- He asked what everybody had been wanting to ask.

-I don´t care if you win- he basically spat- I need Kylo Ren to lose-.

-That sounds fair enough- you said honestly. You swore you saw a small smile form in Hux´s lips at your response. Chewie was already inside the Falcon, getting everything ready. Poe and Finn had started running when Hux spoke.

-Wait! Shoot me, in the arm, or they´ll know- Poe grabbed the blaster and was ready to shoot when you stopped him.

-NO! We are NOT leaving him here! They will kill him!- You said immediately.

-But we can´t just bring him with us!- Finn said.

-We can and we will, I wasn´t asking. Lets´go- You said and motioned Hux to follow you, but he didn´t move.

-Come on! We don´t have time!- You were desperate, you had seen enough people die, you knew way to many people that didn´t breath no more, and if you could avoid that for anyone else you certainly would, even if that someone was Hux.

Hux was straight up lost, he had never been this confused. Why in the world would you, Y/N from the Resistance, care if he lived or died? You saw that confusion on his face, so you grabbed him by the arm and started moving.

-NO! I can´t leave- He said. You knew he wanted to, you could see it in his eyes, but there was something holding him back.

-Why not?!- You asked, starting to lose your patience. He lowered his face, looking almost embarrassed.

-I… I have a cat, I can´t leave her- He said in a whisper, you were sure you had been the only one that heard it. He was expecting you to laugh. Why the hell did he say that?! It was the truth, that was the only reason he wanted to stay, but he was sure you were gonna abandon him now, like everybody had done.

You held his arm tighter and ran… inside.

-Where is she?!- You asked as you ran. He had to shake his head to clear his mind, still wondering what the hell was happening. He finally regained his composure and ran next to you, leading the way to his room.

None of you said a word as you ran, you seemed to be… connected. It was hard to put it in words. You didn’t need to tell him nothing, when he needed to stop or to look out, he understood, and the same for you.

You let go of his arm as you both started speeding up, and he felt his skin complaining, already missing your touch. What the hell was wrong with him? He let his mind wander a bit, as he automatically knew how to get to his chamber. Why were you helping him? Why didn´t you even question going for Millicent? Why was his mind so focused on you? He was always thinking of things, of plans, of ideas, he never really though about people, not in a good way at least. It was always how stupid Ren was, how useless the stormtroopers were, never how good someone seemed, or how pretty they were… STOP. He ordered his mind.

He quickly opened the door and grabbed Millicent. She meowed happily at him and even stared lovingly at you. For a split second he allowed himself to look at you. You had to be the most beautiful thing he had ever seen in his life. The biggest smile he had seen in oh so many years. You were smiling at his cat, getting closer and closer to him. He felt your breath in his arm as you said hi to the furry animal that he was holding, he felt his heart skip a beat. You were so close he forgot how to breath, literally.

-Let´s go- You said and continued to run. He followed closely behind. It was now your turn to admire the guy. You had seen him before, never this close though. He was… handsome. There was no point in denying that. Like, really handsome. And the moment you heard that the reason why he didn´t want to leave was because he didn´t want to leave his cat you felt your heart jump inside your chest. You felt your cheeks heat up every time he took a turn or did anything remotely agile. You would have slapped yourself right there if you hadn´t been in such a rush.

You were running so fast you counted at least three times you almost slipped like a penguin. But you finally made it. You both ran into the Falcon and you yelled.

-We´re here! GO- The ship immediately started moving and you both dropped to the floor in between heavy breaths.

-What´s her name?- You asked smiling in your tiredness.

-Millicent- He answered, offering you the first smile you had ever seen in him. Your cheeks betrayed you, and so did your heart as it started do beat even faster than when you were running. You smiled back, of course. And he, yet again, forgot how to breath. It was almost like his body wanted time to stop so that he could stare a little longer, and apparently the way to do that was to stop breathing.

-I love it- You answered honestly.

Everything happened so quickly you could barely remember it now. You had all decided to go to the Resistance base to drop Hux and you. They would go follow the coordinates the blade had given, and you would help Hux settle and gather any useful information he could provide.

Before you knew it, your friends had already left, and you were in your room waiting for Leia to appear so that you could talk about the new guy, Hux.

He was sitting in the middle of that branch-made tent you had spent two weeks putting together. His leg was bouncing in stress. And Millicent was asleep in your bed. At least someone was relaxed. He turned his head so fast he could have pulled a muscle, but the feeling of something rubbing against his leg freaked him out. He looked down and spotted a white cat with black spots.

-Oh, that´s Wolfie- you said happily. So you understood, that´s why you agreed to go get Millicent. He felt a bit of happiness before bitterness filled his heart.

He was sure Leia was gonna slap him, or shoot him, or kill him. Maybe they would torture him for information, maybe they would lead him to the middle of everyone and throw rocks at him. He felt a bit of hope because you were there, but he was preparing himself for the worst.

-Leia- You said with a sigh and ran to her arms. She hugged you back and smiled.

-Welcome- the older woman said- And welcome to you too- Oh, she was talking to him. He stood up way faster that he should have. His eyes were glued to the floor, but in a small glance he saw a… smile? Coming from Leia? Directed to him? It was probably a torture method, yes, that had to be it.

-Th…thank you- He said quietly.

-You don´t have to worry, I won´t slap you, or shoot you, and certainly I won´t kill you, that´s not something I do- Were his ears deceiving him? Why not? He certainly deserved it. But, wait! Was she reading his mind?

-We are not ones to determine what you do or don´t deserve, what´s important is that you´re here and you are both safe. It will take a while for the others to get used to your presence, and I won´t lie, some may never forgive you, some may try to harm you and honestly, I wouldn´t blame them. It will be hard, but I´m sure Y/N will make the best out of this situation, they will certainly help you fit in, and in time, who knows, maybe you´ll find a family here - Leia finished with a strong but gentle voice. She left.

No one had been this kind to him in so so long, he didn´t even remember the last time anyone had talked to him like that. He felt a tear escape his eyes. This was Kylo Ren´s mother? Where the hell did he get… everything from? Before he could react, he felt it again, your touch. You were softly wiping the tear that ran on his cheek.

-Hey, how about I help you settle so we can talk and you can rest. Tomorrow I´ll show you around- He nodded softly.

-There´s not much sleeping space, so I hope you´re okay with sharing this room with me. Sure, it´s not as big and luxurious as yours back there, but it´s pretty cosey-.

-You are letting me stay here? With you?- He said before he could even think.

-Well yeah, silly. Unless you want to sleep on a tree branch- You giggled softly at his stunned face. You didn´t precisely trust him, but he was in your territory now, there was no way he could harm you, and you couldn’t think of any reason why he would want to. After all, he was known for doing what it takes to survive, you knew he was smart, and it would be very stupid to break your trust. Even if you couldn’t trust him yet, you could trust his survival instinct. And he seemed to give off a vibe that just, draw you towards him, you wanted him to be happy, you didn´t know why though.

-Hey- He said softly, trying to find the right words- listen, I… I know you don´t trust me and you have no reason to. Truth be told, I don´t exactly trust you either. This is all new for me- He said with a hint of sadness in his voice that crushed your heart- I won´t stop to regret and rethink everything that I have done, I want to survive, I want to live. And if being here will do that then here is where I´ll be. I want to clarify I´m under no intention of fooling you, so I tell you now that I´m not here because it´s the right thing, I´m here because I have to be, but I do hope I end up enjoying it, at least a bit-.

He hadn’t talked this much in what felt like years. It was nice to be heard.

You let his words sink in. You liked his honesty, you liked that he admitted he wasn´t there to do good, he was there so that they wouldn´t kill him, and to you that seemed like a pretty good reason to be there.

-Hux-

-Armitage, my name is Armitage- You smiled at that.

-Armitage- he felt goosebumps all over his body when you said his name- I don´t expect you to change by morning, I personally don´t believe in good or bad people, we are just people. I can promise you it´s gonna be really hard, people will hate you the moment they see you here. Many will fight to try to kick you out, but I won´t let them. I refuse to let any more people die. That´s why I insisted to bring you here. But I’m confident you will find a lot more happiness here than back there. I don´t know if you deserve to be happy, but that doesn´t really matter. You´re here now and that´s that. So I tell you now, knowing how things are, that you can trust me with whatever. If you want to talk, if you need help… I know it was horrible there, I know you must have many traumas, so I don´t expect you to be perfect, but make no mistake, I do expect you to change. If you betray me or anyone here you will be harshly punished, not in the same way the First Order would, we don´t do that here, but still. You will work not just physically to earn your place here, you will have to earn our trust. But I saw it, I don´t know what it was, I saw something in your eyes. I know you want to change, and that is the first step-.

It was true. He wanted to change, because if he didn´t he knew staying here would be hell. It was all practical, certainly you had nothing to do with it. And certainly the fact that he had never had so many people smile at him in years, thing that made him burst with happiness, had also nothing to do with him wanting to change. No, it was all practical, for his survival.

That was a lie that wouldn´t last long in his mind, not when the most amazing person he had ever met was in front of him, giving him the chance of a new life, a better one, maybe even a happy one.

#hux #general hux #armitage hux #armitage hux x reader #hux x reader #general hux x reader #star wars #the rise of skywalker #star wars x reader #domhnall gleeson

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thedevilyk · 3 years ago

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future fics <3

i don’t know which one to write first tbh-

ledgend: ✗ - angst | ♡ - fluff | ★ - personal favourites

marvel

skyline- matt murdock x gn! reader | synopsis- in which matt cuts off all connections towards the reader for their own protection ✗

heartfixer- elektra natchios x gn!reader | FINISHED

wingless bird- sam wilson x gn! reader | synopsis- the reader gets ahold of sams suit ♡

deep regrets- frank castle x gn! reader | synopsis- a small argument turns into a messy fight, harsh words are exchanged between frank and the reader ✗

no help needed- marc spector x avatar!reader | synopsis- during an ennead the reader catches a certain avatars eye…♡

worst fear- druig x gn!reader | FINISHED

board- druig x eternal!gn!reader | synopsis- after 3,000 years, things have seemed to change between druig and the reader. ✗

more to come…

criminal minds

can you hear me?- matthew simmons x gn! reader | synopsis- due to an overly violent unsub, the reader is put into a medically induced coma ✗

failure protocol- aaron hotchner x gn! reader | synopsis- to get revenge, the reader is taken hostage by the current unsub, causing the team to panic, but more importantly, making hotch panic. ✗

more to come…

alice in borderland

hearts- ryōhei arisu x gn! reader | synopsis- the reader and arisu are put into yet another game of hearts ✗

more to come…

none yet

supernatural

none yet

genshin impact

none yet

voltron

none yet

star wars

secret admirer- general hux x m!reader | synopsis- the general always admired the reader. he was one of the most skilled pilots within the first order. while hux was one of the most important generals, or at least that’s how it felt to him. armitage finally gets the guts to confess his feelings to the reader, but what he sees is not what he expects. ✗ ♡

more to come..

arcane

none yet

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deannaroxannewrites · 3 years ago

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Tropetember Day 12 - Getting together / Love confession / First kiss / Break-up/Make-up / Fix-it

Limp away with me

Pairing: Armitage Hux x GN!Reader

Fandom: Star Wars

Rating: Teen and up

TW: Injuries, implications of rough childhood

AN: Day 12 of @tropetember. So, this is quite rough and holds a lot of potential for fleshing out into a proper story, whether that's just a longer one or a multi-chapter. Is that something anyone would be interested in? Fix-it fic cos they did General Hugs dirty

Allegiant General Pryde has shot General Hux. Lucky you're the Surgeon General really.

Find this story on Ao3 here.

Word Count: 1.6k

“Allegiant General Pryde just shot General Hux.”

Your breath catches and you allow yourself a moment to close your eyes. Next moment, you’ve grabbed your bag and are focused back on task.

“Collect the body,” you direct them, “and bring it to the medbay autopsy lab. Carefully.”

You and Armitage had prepared for this eventuality. One of the advantages of having a partner in the medical core was that the chances of surviving treason were much higher.

Whilst neither of you had entered First Order service willingly (no matter what Hux said, you had both been forced into it), Armitage had quickly excelled and embraced his duties in an effort to outshine his father. To try and prove himself as worthy. You, on the other hand, had enacted the only act of rebellion against your family that you would be able to survive. You had chosen to enrol in the medical core rather than aiming for command. If you had to be a part of this monstrous cause, you would try to save as many as you could.

You’d worked your way quickly up to the rank of Surgeon General and had been stationed on the Supremacy for a number of years. Thankfully, you’d survived the reign of Snoke and, so far, had survived Ren’s reign of terror. It had been a blessing that Hux had been reassigned to the vessel from the Finaliser. You enjoyed each other’s company and it was helpful to be able to train on your self-defence with someone who wasn’t trying to beat the stuffing out of you to make a point. He was a good outlet for a lot of energy in other ways too.

You glance up from checking you have all your equipment when you realise the orderlies haven’t moved. You turn your most piercing stare on them.

“Did I stutter?”

They look at each other until one of them pulls up their big boy panties and says “he was shot for being a spy.”

You laugh. Mostly at the fact that one looks like he wants to cry and the other like he’s about to collapse. They don’t need to know that though.

“Yes, by Allegient General Pryde who is well known for being a thorough and competent leader. Oh wait. No, he’s not. He’s had a grudge against Hux since he reappeared from whatever hell hole he had been hiding in. I said go fetch me the body! Now!”

They scarper out and you take another deep breath to centre yourself before busying yourself again with grabbing supplies and the emergency make-a-break-for-it kit you stored in your office. You then straighten your uniform, brace yourself and head out into the chaos of the medical bay.

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Armitage is deathly pale when he finally is brought down to you but you swiftly move into action, infusing blood and bacta and checking the depth of the wound. You’d both known that, were he to be discovered, the weapon he was likely to be shot with would pierce the thin body armour he wore beneath his uniform. Unfortunately, it was the maximum thickness he could get away with before it became noticeable but you had both agreed that some bleeding would sell the ruse. You just didn’t like it.

Checking out the wound, you sigh out a quick breath of relief when you realise it is not too deep and hasn’t damaged any of the major blood vessels or organs. Though gruesome to witness, it was mostly superficial.

You lose yourself in your efforts, remaining undisturbed in the autopsy room, until you’re happy that he’s stable for travel. It’s at that point that you revive him, despite the fact he’s going to be in a world of pain.

He slowly blinks into reality with a scowl and a hiss of pain. You try to soothe him as best you can but there isn’t much you can do right now. You need him mobile to get to the shuttle and someone would notice you carrying him.

Gently running your hand through his hair you tell him “come on sweetheart. I know it hurts but we’ve got to move.”

Despite the pain, he seems alert and nods, letting out a grunt of agreement as he allows you to help him sit up and then stand. You gather the spare stormtrooper armour you’d pilfered a few months ago and quickly get him dressed up in it before leading the way swiftly to the small landing bay where Armitage’s private shuttle was stored.

You whisper a thanks to whatever Gods there are that the chaos on board the vessel means that there is noone around and you manage to get the pair of you on board with little drama. In fact, the whole escape into hyperspace is amazingly smooth and once you’re away with your course set, you sag a little in relief.

Or at least, you do until you see Armitage’s slumped frame and quickly grab him and get him moved to the small bedroom to continue his care and knock him back out while he heals.

You’re just about to inject the sedative when he grabs your hand, making you look at him.

“You know you are my world, don’t you?” he asks quietly.

You smile softly and lean forward to press a gentle kiss on his lips. You smile again as you feel him smile against you.

“I do, I wouldn’t have committed treason for anything less.”

He rolls his eyes before pressing another gentle peck to your lips and releasing you to get back your work. You take the opportunity to knock him out for now. It’s how he’ll be most comfortable.

And if you’re grinning so hard your face hurts, noone in deep space can see it. They can’t see you internally debating whether it’s ethical to dope someone up to get soppy confessions from them in the future either.

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It wasn’t often that General Dameron of the Resistance found himself in the Outer Rim.

Even 3 years after the end of the war, he was still mostly stuck to the core planets and mid-rim in efforts to support the Senate and help guard the peace which had settled upon the galaxy.

He’d been on a training mission with a few new recruits for Green Squadron when they’d been ambushed and they’d all received some pretty injuries despite eventually winning the battle. Injuries that required attention sooner than they would be able to if they headed back to base.

After a quick argument with Finn via the comms, the squad set course for a local med facility that was gaining a reputation for it’s high quality care.

Poe made sure all his squad were checked out before himself and he was happy that they were all being looked after so well. It was strange. The lead Doctor seemed familiar.

It wasn’t until you met his eyes that he realised.

You calmly continued his consultation, gently palpitating the wounds and collecting dressings, something you appeared to be doing more quickly than he was able to collect his thoughts.

“You!”

You snort. You can’t help it.

“Yes, me General Dameron.” You gently dab some bacta on some of the smaller cuts. “Did that break heal up correctly?”

He nods a bit dumbly. You’d been responsible for his care after Ren and a couple of the Stormtroopers had tortured him. You’d been a welcome relief, if he were honest. In fact, apart from the fact you’d worked for the First Order, he wasn’t aware of any accusations against you.

“I’m glad.” You finish wrapping his wrist and nod. “All done. Your pilots should be ready to go in around 2hrs, just to allow any drowsiness to wear off. I have some spare rooms if you need to stay on planet tonight?”

He thanks you profusely but explains that they are expected back tonight as you head back into the main waiting area. You shake his hand before leaving him and approaching a tall red-head across the room who instantly wraps his arm around your waist and drops a quick kiss on your head. You whisper to him for a few seconds and blue-green eyes suddenly lock with Poe’s before his face breaks out in a smile.

“General Dameron” Armitage says, approaching slowly and holding out a hand to a shell-shocked looking Dameron. “I’m glad you won. You and your squadrons are welcome to drop in here for treatment if you ever require it and are close by. Free of charge”

Poe, for his part, has a LOT of thoughts at this moment. Part of him wants to jump up and arrest him immediately whilst another screams that he was a spy and was seriously harmed because of it. It’s neither of these things that eventually seals his reaction though. It’s the loving glance Armitage throws your way as you offer them both coffee, the expression rendering him almost unrecognisable when juxtaposed against the version he used to know.

“Thank you.” He finally chokes out. “I’m assuming you’re not known by your old names?” Given the whole living in peace and not being turned into the authorities and all that?”

Hux just laughs.

“You would be correct. We’re both going by Y/N’s mother’s maiden name.”

“Oh?”

“Yes” Armitage says, looking far too amused. “We’re Armitage and Y/N Organa.”

Poe’s jaw drops to the flood. How on EARTH was he going to explain any of this?

Turns out, after it became the top recommended med centre by all members of the Resistance, he didn’t have to. He just had to keep pretending he didn’t know Hux had survived and not let Finn anywhere near. Poe was good at keeping his mouth shut.

Strange galaxy you live in really. And you couldn’t be happier

#tropetember #fix it fic #star wars #star wars sequel trilogy #armitage hux x reader #armitage hux x you #general hux x reader #tw: injury #may get reworked #rough

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mylifeisactuallyamess · 4 years ago

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Here is my little drabble for Writer Wednesday @autumnleaves1991-blog @clydesducktape

Armitage Hux x GN!Reader

Warnings: Soulmate Au. This is me, angst. Pain. Mentions of an accident.

Word Count: 1541

Soulmates. Everyone wants one, everyone wants to find that extra special person they spend the rest of their life with but it’s so difficult when all you have to go on is the last words they ever say to you tattooed on your body. You had poured over yours for years wondering what it meant, everyone had this vision of spending their whole lives with the right person but fate never worked out that way. You’d given up anyway, everyone was destined to meet their soulmate at some point, it was just a case of when.

You stared at the tin of soup in your hands, you hated shopping. No one told you as an adult you’d have to feed yourself at least once a day if not more and you’d have to think about it and cook it. Every. Damn. Day. The sound of the tin hitting the bottom of your basket rang out loudly and you looked up hoping not to have disturbed anyone in the quiet shop. There was only one other person near you, a tall gentleman smartly dressed in a suit and he certainly looked too well put together to be shopping here. You looked back at the shelf but the urge to look at him more was almost overwhelming and you ducked your head, turning slightly so you could see him out of your peripheral vision. His shoes were smart and shiny, his suit a rich black, the shirt crisp and white creating the perfect contrast. He shifted slightly and you got a good look at his profile, high cheekbones and light green eyes that were looking at you. He was looking at you. Oh shit. Embarrassment made you feel hot and uncomfortable so you quickly walked round to the next aisle, standing in front of the fridge of ready meals and hoping it would cool you down. You grabbed a lasagne and dumped it in your basket trying to think of what else you needed but nothing was coming to mind.

“Hi.” You flinched and looked up momentarily speechless. His bright red hair fell over his brow, his eyes were intense as they looked at you, a slight smirk tugged at his pink lips and you found yourself thinking he was the most gorgeous person alive.

“I…um….oh….sorry….hi.” You muttered, feeling the heat creep under the skin on your face wishing the floor would open up and swallow you whole.

“Can I…?” He pointed at the meals you were blocking from him and realisation washed over you.

“Oh! Yes of course…sorry.” You sidestepped and watched as he reached across you to retrieve a packet of Macaroni cheese. He was close enough to smell and you couldn’t help but breathe him in, the brush of his jacket swiped your arm making goosebumps race over your skin and you shivered slightly. “Good choice.” His head turned to you and you wished you could just keep your mouth shut but when you felt uncomfortable you always spouted nonsense. And now you felt you had to talk yourself out of this. Your eyes rose to meet his amused gaze and before you knew it you were babbling. “I mean I like that meal too…I chose a lasagne today though. I hate cooking, it’s such a chore. I mean…I’m not being nosy…sorry I ramble…..” You were drowning in air. What was wrong with you? You shifted the basket to your other arm and stuck your hand out offering your name. To your surprise he took it, his skin smooth and soft but his handshake was firm and sure in your grip.

“I’m Armitage. Armitage Hux.”

“Hi,” you breathed, caught up in the open expression on his face as his eyes studied your features. You snapped your hand away, realising you've been holding it for far too long. “I haven’t seen you here before. I mean not that I make a point of scouting the men that come in here, it’s just….” You gestured to him. “You kind of stand out. In a good way!” You almost yelled, your eyes wide. You couldn’t believe he hadn’t walked away yet, just standing here looking at you holding his macaroni cheese and sandwich.

“I haven’t seen you here before either.”

“Oh. Oh.” You didn’t know what to say, a numbness was creeping over your brain and it was making you feel sluggish and even more stupid.

“Have you lived in this area long?” He asked. He wanted to keep the conversation going. You raised an eyebrow in surprise expecting him to run in the opposite direction long ago.

“A while, the days just kind of all slip into one another, what with work and then coming home to an empty flat and cooking.”

“You live alone?” He enquired.

“Oh I mean I have like 6 housemates and they’re all burly body guards….you’re not a murderer are you?” His laugh was loud and rich and you smiled nervously.

“No I am not, sorry I was trying to deduce if you were single or not.” Oh.

“I am so very single…” you murmured.

“Then you wouldn’t say no if I asked you out to dinner?” Your brain stuttered, your thoughts scattering, fleeing, leaving you utterly thoughtless and your mouth opened but no sound came out. “You know, what with you hating cooking and all….” He trailed off. “You can say no…”

“No! I mean yes! I mean I’d like that.” You smiled slightly as the nerves twisted your stomach into a million knots. “I hate cooking so, yes. I would really like that.” He smiled and it changed his whole face softening that intense demeanour he had just moments before.

“What do you like to eat? I’ll let you pick the restaurant.”

“Oh, I am so indecisive….” You looked him over again and realised you were judging where he’d like to go by the way he was dressed. He could like a greasy burger from a fast food joint for all you knew. “Somewhere that does chips?” He nodded.

“That’s good, I like chips too.” You smiled shyly as he looked at his watch, his mouth pulling down in surprise. “Damn I need to go, my meeting started 5 minutes ago.”

“Wait!” You dug around in your bag quickly scribbling your number down. “Here, otherwise knowing my luck we’d never find each other again.”

“I promise I’ll message you as soon as I can!” You followed him to the tills, noticing he placed your number in the pocket inside his jacket and a warm sensation began to expand through your chest. He paid and turned to you. “Enjoy your lasagne for a family of five. I’ll be seeing you,” he breathed close to your ear with a smirk and you rolled your eyes.

“You bet I will!” You called after him. Both of you smiled at one another before the door closed after him. You frowned, something he said made your mind race.

“Miss, are you ready to pay?” Said the cashier but you didn’t hear her as a cold sensation ran through your body, the basket crashed to the floor at your feet, falling from your numb hands. Everything was muted, like your ears were stuffed with cotton wool, your hands shook as you pulled back your sleeve to see the words scribbled on the inside of your wrist:

I’ll be seeing you.

“No….” You were aware someone was trying to talk to you but all you could think of was to get to Armitage. Your legs moved but they were slow, too slow. The door to the shop opened and you saw him stop in the middle of the road, looking down at his wrist. You wanted to shout at him, scream his name but your throat had closed up. He turned to look at you, his eyes meeting yours and you saw the realisation dawn on his face. He took a step towards you, his mouth open to say something when a waft of air ruffled your hair and he wasn’t there anymore. The screech of tyres rendered the air around you, tears already sliding unbidden down your cheeks. People shoved past you, voices rose in panic but you didn’t register any of it. He had been right there, just seconds ago. His red hair glinting in the sun, his green eyes full of concern for you. But he was the one who had been taken. You flinched as your wrist burned, the writing of the last thing your soulmate would ever say to you began to fade. Everything about him was being erased making your heart flutter in your chest. It pained you to think your soulmate had been around all this time and as soon as you met him, a cruel twist of fate took him from you. Turning away from the accident you found your feet moving, leading you down an alleyway where you stumbled. Your legs gave way and you fell to your knees as the pain of your soul splitting in half engulfed you. A cry ripped your chest echoing against the walls heightening the anguish you were feeling to an almost unbearable pitch. He had been right there…and now he was gone.

#soulmate au #armitage hux x reader #armitage hux fanfic #modern armitage hux #armitage hux fanfiction #armitage hux x you #armitage hux #angst #pain #mention of an accident #writerwednesday #my writing #mylifeisactuallyamess #A Brief Moment in Time #autumn leaves1991 blog #clydesducktape

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huxs-waifu · 4 years ago

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Grease monkey - Hux x GN!reader

Armitage Hux/Reader

Complicated Relationships

Gender-Neutral Pronouns

Armitage Hux is a Jerk

Dress Up

Established Relationship

Relationship Issues

Reader-Insert

Making Up

Makeover

Class Differences

Fluff

Summary

Hux calls the reader a Grease monkey. things dont go down well.

i dont know id this is romantic, humour or crack. the reader is gender-neutral pronouns and there's a tiny bit of swearing

"Your just a little grease monkey I can't be seen with you," Hux said looking down on you.

"We've been flirting for months you could have said something. So to go out with you for real, I need to clean up."

"Don't get in a huff Y/n, you know I want you, but a technician with a General wouldn't be right at a presidential party. Do you even own any other clothes?"

"No, you should know that by now but that's not the point, you're saying you don't enjoy the way I look" jabbing him in the chest.

"No, I love the way you look. i love these eyes, the way your nose wrinkles when you smell something, that cluster of moles that look like a star sign" placing a hand on your hip and the other on your ass. "I'm merely saying that. You maybe need to bring out your high-class side just once. If you get something sorted, let me know, I've got to get back up on deck."He pushes against your finger with his chest, as he leans down to kiss you on the cheek." I do love you Y/N but I've got to keep appearances up there ." His hand Cupping your face before leaving.

------ Later in a hanger, Phasma is taking to Hux about his and y/ns relationship. Her helmet was off, and she was shaking her head.

"So you're telling me that the first person on the entire ship, that actually wants to go out with you and you tell them there not high-class enough." running a metal hand through her hair. " you realise you are a fucking dumbass. Did you ever think you should maybe buy them something different to wear?" Taking a swing, whacking him on the back of the head with the same hand.

"OW, I am not a dumbass."

"In matters of the heart, you are." returning the helmet on " Buy them something to wear then you can show them off on top deck, regardless of them being a grease monkey as you called them!"

meanwhile in your room.

"I'll show him I can be classy. A Generals partner hell wants to show off. Not some little concubine grease monkey."

you look through your old uniforms seeing what fabric there was. you ended up over the next few nights, stealing a thread from the stockroom and cutting up bits of uniform to make a new outfit. The results may be weren't the best but you'd put the effort in to show Hux. After using your full allotted time to wash and do your hair you were clean. You made sure to add some products to your face to highlight the eyes, as he had mentioned he loved them about you.

Going to exit your room to find Hux, your smaller stature runs into something. Hux is in the doorway and lets out a little "oomph" as you step on him.

"Y/n what on earth?" he looks down at you in your homemade outfit, sparkling clean. Bright-eyed and looking like an angel.

"So." You stand back triumphantly "not a grease monkey now am it?"

he takes a step into the room, disregarding the package in his hand, his stance to like an animal hunting prey. Licking his lips he places his arms around you drawing close. " Your 100% not, I'm thinking now this is maybe a bad idea."

"So it's not right? Make up your bloody mind man."

"Oh no, I'm rethinking because I don't think, were even going to make it out of the room with you looking like this." Cupping your ass he hosts you up into a fireman lift. Walking to place you on the bed.

"I think then I'm going to need a new uniform," you say playing with his collar.

"I'm sorry for calling you a Grease monkey Y/N"

"Thank you."

"Can we agree on one thing? He drops you on the bed crawling on top of you. "I think you are at your best with no clothes on at all."

#armitage hux x reader #general hux #hux x reader #gender neutral pronouns #gender neutral y/n #Fluff Fic #starwars fanfiction

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starlightsearches · 1 month ago

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Tis I hanging out in your inbox while you’re on break. Ever think about giving Hux sloppy toppy under his desk in his office.

Learning Curve

I'm definitely thinking about it now, bestie!!! Thanks for indulging me, as always!!

requests are always open but i'm slow 😬

Armitage Hux x GN Reader

18+ only, oral (m), porn without plot. Let me know what you think, my loves!!

It's a formality, really.

That's what Hux tells himself as he watches you slide to the floor, a breath skipping from his lungs when you grip at his thighs to guide yourself down onto the ground. There's no need for you to hide like this—his office door is locked with no exceptions for entry, as it always is when you're with him.

It's just that he'd been too close, too volatile, in the moments before this one, with his hips rutting into yours, his body bearing down on you so harshly that your back bowed with the pressure. And there was that teasing smile on your lips, the one he felt etching into his skin with every heated kiss.

His arm circling your waist, your hands in his hair, the bruising grip he had at the juncture of your hip, and close just wasn't close enough.

Hux was losing some fragment of himself he couldn't afford to part with.

Not now, at least. Not when he was supposed to be working.

And so he had tried to stop it, to sidestep the embarrassment he knew was coming. He had broken from the kiss, turned his face away from your own, heart stuttering when he felt your lips at his neck, untroubled as always.

"I should—" a horrible start, his voice high and keening. Armitage had coughed, trying to clear his head from the dizzying heat of you. "I should be getting back to work."

And now this—you on your knees, a shadow falling over your eyes from the edge of his desk, tucked so neatly beneath him. He catches your gaze, watches, mouth dry, as you trail your fingers up and down his thighs, sparking his skin like the head of a match against a striker.

And it's just a formality, this shelter you've found. But Armitage can't deny that he likes the look of it.

"What are you doing?" Hux whispers the words, strangely breathless.

He knows what you're doing. His body has reacted to it in all the familiar ways—a path worn too deeply, even before you'd ever glanced in his direction.

Your head lolls to the side, resting against his knee. Your lips are flushed and swollen, and one of your hands has made it to the top of his thighs, palm just pressing against his swelling cock, solid enough to force another heavy breath from his lungs.

"I'm letting you get back to work," you whisper innocently, but the unspoken language between you is too loud for anything like that.

Hux nods, pretends, resting his forearms against the edge of his desk as he traps you in the space beneath him.

He scans the space with unseeing eyes, tries to think of any of the tasks that had been nagging at him before, unsuccessfully. Beneath the gleaming surface of his desk, this symbol of everything Hux has accomplished, there's the spark of your touch, the rumble of his zipper.

Armitage lets his eyes fall closed, a gasp on his lips when his aching cock meets the cold air of his office, your hand just barely stroking at his flushed length.

There's nothing for him to grab onto, no handful of your hair or the expanse of his bed sheets. Hux lets his hands curl into tight fists, leather squeaking against the glass surface, his teeth clenched so tightly his jaw might snap as he waits for the next hint of movement from you.

You've lifted your head from where it had rested, and Hux is only half sure he's not imagining the wet heat of your breath against the tip of his cock, lips so near where he wants them—the inviting softness of your mouth and this pleasure you would offer him.

He tries his best to picture it, and feels his cock twitch in your hand at the image of you, glassy eyes and shining skin, your tongue pink between wet lips as you taste him.

"Please," Armitage can't help but beg, certain the anticipation will kill him.

The warmth registers first, and then the wetness—strings of spit dripping from between your lips, painting his skin. You spread them with the palm of your hand, cupping at the head, gathering the first hints of his spend and coating the rest of his length with it, stroking him more earnestly.

The groan that bursts through his lips comes from some place deep inside him.

You hum, pleased. Hux can feel it—in his chest, and, more importantly, against his cock. Your lips just brushing the vein on the underside of his dick, moving up, up, up until your bottom lip catches on the ridge of his head, lips parting to invite him into the divine comfort of your mouth.

One hand jerks from where it rests, but Armitage can't reach you. He lets his fingers grip at the edge of the table instead, savors the bite of it against his palm.

The feeling of you is indescribable. Perfect, even. So attuned to his needs with your hollowed cheeks and the rhythm of your hand, stroking all the places your mouth can't reach.

Hux feels the ecstasy build within him, the indomitable warmth in his chest and the pit of his stomach and the tops of his thighs—the feeling of your skin against his painting his whole body in an indulgent glow.

Armitage spills into your mouth with a moan on his lips that carries your name.

#armitage hux x reader #general hux x reader #armitage hux smut #general hux smut #armitage hux x you #general hux x you #my writing

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lemongingerart · 1 year ago

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God. OH GOD. I'd love to see him try 😳🥵🥲 @liminalpebble this is perfect in every way!!! You bring me back in his grasp with only these few excellent chosen paragraphs, he's so in character and HOT I can't get over it 🥰👏👌

May I have one for our favorite ginger General Hux?

Well, well, well, you insolent rebel scum,

Have you learned yet to properly respect the First Order? Do you surrender yet to true power, or shall we play this little game a bit longer? Of the two of us, I must add, you are the only one suffering. For me, it is simply an exhilarating game....one which I will always win.

Your willfulness, while frustrating, is admirable and adorable in its futility. That insolent challenge smoldering in your eyes when I visited your cell was just splendid, beautiful even. However, you will be even more beautiful on your knees. The harder you struggle, the more satisfying it will be to see you soften and yield.

There would be lavish rewards for your obedience, pet, but I would be equally generous in my punishments if you continue your resistance.

Yield. Surrender yourself to me and to The First Order. My special attention towards you shall persist regardless. Whether that will bring you pain or pleasure depends upon your choice.

I'll visit again soon, and when I do, I expect answers.

General Hux

@lemongingerart

#general hux fanfic #general hux x gn reader #general hux #armitage hux fanfic #general ginger

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charlottesbookclub · 15 days ago

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time after time – chapter one (armitage hux x reader)

time after time masterlist

Summary: Much to the general's displeasure, Mitaka has arranged for Hux to meet with a captain who has recently transferred to the Finalizer. The meeting does not go particularly well.

Warnings/Tags: gn!reader; set pre-TFA; description of a medical appointment; medical anxiety; description of an injection; description of fainting as a result of an injection; Hux is quite rude lol, but hey he has to start somewhere, right?; as always, let me know if I've missed anything!

Words: 2752

Author’s Note: hell yeah chapter one babeyyyy!! I'm so excited for y'all to finally start reading this story! I definitely wanted to start Hux from a place where he was very much closed off to others, so that's why we get him being quite rude at this initial point. for me at least, it makes it even more fun to watch the trajectory of both the relationship and him as a character ☺️ I also want to give huge credit to a blog that used to go by armitages-galaxy for their incredible headcanons about Hux hating medical which have lived rent free in my head since I read them (if the person who ran that blog has a new url you'd like me to tag, please let me know!). I hope you enjoy the first chapter! 🥰

Hux’s datapad pinged. It was a message from Mitaka.

Don’t forget about your “exploratory interpersonal reconnaissance mission!" 😉

Hux scowled and snatched the datapad off the desk, furiously tapping out his reply. Ever since he had expressed his emphatic disinterest in using the word “date” for this forced meet-up, Mitaka had been creating ever more obscure and complex names to refer to it.

I never forget anything. Even meetings I do not wish to attend.

He cast the datapad back on the desk, running his hands over his face, pressing his palms against his closed eyes. How could he have let Mitaka talk him into this? Another ping.

Please try not to be so… Mitaka unsent the message, but not before the notification popped onto Hux’s screen. Another rush of frustration ran through Hux before something else took over. What was the last word in that sentence? Hux shifted in his seat, suddenly noticing an odd feeling in his stomach. Then Mitaka messaged again:

Please just try! I think you’ll actually really like the captain if you would just give it a chance

Hux huffed a sigh. This captain he was meant to be meeting was some academy friend of Mitaka’s older sister, recently transferred to the Finalizer from field work. Something about doing recruitment planetside. Hux hadn’t really been listening when Mitaka had explained it, which had been the vital mistake that had led to this whole mess. Somewhere along the line Mitaka had mentioned that the two of you would get on well, and Hux unknowingly made a noise of assent in response to the suggestion of a potential first meeting. He had just been trying to show the lieutenant that he had been listening – which, of course, he hadn’t been, although that was hardly his fault. He was far too busy preparing the plans for Starkiller to entertain the inane comments from his personal staff that he might benefit from someone in his life aside from his work. Hux scoffed at the memory. What idiocy. Someone else would only distract him from the many tasks at hand. But if it would get his staff to be silent on the topic for a while, he supposed he could at least show up.

I will be there. I have to be at medical first, but I will attend the meeting.

Hux sent the message back to Mitaka and checked the time. Kriff – he should already be on his way to the med bay. He combed his fingers quickly through his hair in the mirror, ensuring it met his standards for professional perfection. Another message pinged in.

KRIFF, Hux! Of course you’re doing medical too! You get one day off and you have to fill every second – I can’t believe I’m surprised 🙄

Hux just snorted and clicked the datapad off as he swept out of his quarters. It was true – he barely had time to sleep while operating under his normal schedule, so spending even half an hour in medical was out of the question. But what Mitaka didn’t know was that he put off these appointments as long as possible because he didn’t… he didn’t like it in medical. He couldn’t quite find the words for it – he knew no one particularly enjoyed spending time in the med bay, but there was just something about it that made him feel almost queasy. He had to take his uniform off. The medics touched his skin. They asked him lots of questions. He lied when necessary. They prescribed him new doses of his medications – stims mostly, for when he worked two or three cycles on no sleep. They gave him his required injections and he left. He was shaky for the rest of the day. Even the thought of it caused a little shudder to pass through him, but he tried to force it down. He straightened his shoulders and walked even more briskly through the halls. He had to survive this, then it was just a few hours until that cursed meet up with the captain, and then he would finally be free to continue the work he had been doing on some experimental designs.

He steeled himself as his credentials unlocked the door and he stepped into the med bay. To the extent he was able, Hux tried to turn himself off to all exterior feeling as the medics completed their examination. Perhaps the meeting with the captain was a good idea after all, he mused, since his feelings of annoyance toward the impending appointment kept his mind occupied during most of the visit. It wasn’t until he was receiving his required injections that he let his concentration slip. The alcohol prep pad was suddenly very cold against his flushed skin, drawing his attention immediately. He felt the tiny prick of the needle, then everything got a little blurry around the edges.

Hux regained his senses laying on his back on the cot in the examination room. He looked up at the dark ceilings that were more brightly lit than elsewhere in the ship to better illuminate the medics’ work. He blinked a few times, struggling to regulate his breathing. The loss of control made him sick to his stomach, and he could feel sweat beading on his forehead. Then the faces of two medics came into focus over him, their expressions concerned.

“General, are you alright?” One of them asked.

“Yes, yes, I’m just fine.” Hux forced himself to sit up, even if his vision got a little shaky as he did so.

“Sir, please. No need to get up so quickly. You should rest a moment longer,” the other suggested, her hands reaching out to guide him back onto the cot, but he brushed her away.

“Nonsense,” he retorted, though he knew she was right. “I have duties to attend to.” He pushed himself up to a standing position, careful to hide the way he swayed slightly on his feet. Collecting the rest of his uniform, he turned back to the medics who were still watching him with worried faces.

“Not a breath of this leaves this room,” he ordered, leveling his gaze meaningfully at one then the other, attempting to make sure they felt the weight of his authority even if his state of partial undress and his unseemly faint were making him feel rather less like a general and rather more like a small child.

“Yes, sir – of course, sir!” they both hurried to respond. Satisfied, he ended the interaction with a curt nod. Once the door slid shut and he was alone in the adjoining private waiting room, he allowed himself one long deep breath and a slight lean against the wall until his knees stopped feeling so weak. Then he donned the rest of his uniform and straightened his posture, determined to bury this moment of weakness.

The intervening hours between his appointment at medical and his meeting with the captain were long and unproductive. He alternated between anger at himself for his lapse in composure and frustration at the event that loomed before him. Both emotions pulled him from his work, leaving him sitting at his desk looking absently out the windows into space, his boot tapping the polished floor rhythmically. He debated at length with himself whether he should just cancel, but decided that one display of weakness was far more than enough for one cycle. He would meet the captain, exchange a few words, then say he needed to return to his work and do just that. Set in his intentions, he swept out of his quarters again at the time he had set for himself – it would allow him to be precisely a minute and a half early – and made his way to the officers’ dining hall.

Despite the squared set of his shoulders and the comforting weight of his greatcoat draped around him, he noticed his steps falter just slightly as he walked through the doors. He rarely ate in the dining hall, preferring to swallow a few bites of a nutrition bar in his office between commitments. There was no need to turn the consumption of one’s required nutrients into an event. He saw a few of the officers look up, back to their trays, and up again upon realizing they had seen General Hux in the dining hall. He ignored their glances, using most of his concentration to search faces for that of the captain. He had looked up your personnel file of course, and he had a sense of what you looked like from your official identification image. His eyes swept back and forth across the tables until he noticed you sitting in a booth near the back. Instinctively, he moved to pass a gloved hand through his hair to ensure all the strands were perfectly at attention, only to realize his hand was shaking slightly. Scowling, he stalked toward your table.

You hadn’t noticed his approach yet, which allowed him a cursory inspection of you. He immediately wished he wouldn’t have looked. You looked… nice – good. No, professional. Good as in professional. You sat up straight at the table as though at attention, your uniform crisp and well-fitting. The sharp lines accentuated the shape of your body, throwing it into relief against the wall behind you. No, not like that – it was just that you clearly took pride in wearing your uniform, something the general could appreciate. He suddenly felt faintly warm and a bit lightheaded. Before he could notice anything else, Hux swallowed hard and closed the distance to your table.

“Captain,” he addressed you. You started slightly in surprise.

“Oh, General Hux! I’m so sorry – I didn’t see you. I—” you moved to stand and greet him, but he motioned for you to remain sitting before situating himself in the seat across from you. It felt like he noticed every movement you made; your hands twisted together in your lap, your gaze flitted around nervously, your shoulders seemed to fold forward slightly before quickly correcting themselves. Hux was beginning to think he was having an adverse reaction to the injection. To add to his list of odd symptoms, he now felt sweaty and a bit queasy.

“I got us both a caf,” you gestured to two cups on the table. “I wasn’t sure if you drank—”

“Not at this time during the cycle,” Hux interrupted. This strange illness was putting him on edge – he didn’t have time for this nonsense.

“Oh, um… I’m sorry,” you murmured in response, one of your hands moving from your lap to rub mindlessly up and down your arm. Hux watched the motion for a moment before forcing himself to focus. What had been in that injection?

“What is it you want, Captain?” he asked sharply, barely able to keep his foot from drumming on the floor. He needed to get back to his quarters and contact medical. The abrupt question brought your gaze to his in an instant, and Hux suddenly felt like he might be about to faint again. Looking into your eyes, he felt dizzy, like he wasn’t quite sure where the floor was anymore.

“Well… I just— I didn’t want anything really. I just transferred to the Finalizer and Jeela – I mean Captain Mitaka – said her brother knew you and that it might be good to— well, that maybe we could—”

“Do you have a point, Captain?” Hux interrupted you again. The sound of your voice was having a strange effect on him. He was feeling a little breathless and the queasy sensation in his stomach was becoming stronger. He was certain you could see him sweating.

You had stopped speaking, but your mouth remained open in a surprised ‘o’ for a second longer before you appeared to realize and snap it shut. He caught your gaze again for just a moment, but he suddenly felt like he was falling. Then you averted your eyes and the sensation ended abruptly.

“I think I should go,” your voice was even softer than before, and almost a little… hoarse? You hurriedly collected your things and stood. Hux echoed the movement.

“An excellent idea, Captain. I have much that needs my attention,” Hux said with as much authority as he could muster given his clearly sickened condition. You nodded absently at the statement, and turned to go, your eyes catching his once last time before you left. He thought for a moment that he had imagined the beginnings of tears pooling in them, but quickly ascribed this to his eyesight going slightly blurry as a result of his unknown illness. He turned in the opposite direction and walked quickly back to his quarters.

Within half an hour, he was back in medical, much to his displeasure. The head medic flipped through reports on her datapad, shaking her head slightly.

“Well General, the attending medic says he noticed no adverse reactions to the injection when he performed his examination of your condition just now, though he did make a note of your symptoms. It is not unusual to faint as a result of an injection. I would presume you are simply experiencing some lingering effects of that faintness.”

“You’re certain there’s nothing seriously wrong?” Hux pressed, clenching his hands into fists and trying not to sound too desperate. He had had hours to recover from his faint and hadn’t felt any symptoms in that whole time until he met with you. He was certain it had to be a delayed reaction to the injection; it wasn’t logical for it to still be the effects of the faint.

“Based on these reports, I’m quite certain, General. But if you experience new or worsening symptoms, be sure to contact us immediately. I would recommend trying to get some rest.”

Hux just nodded, collecting his greatcoat and returning to his quarters again, his mind swimming, trying to make sense of his odd illness. Removing his uniform and placing each piece in its designated location, he allowed himself to collapse into his bed for once. Sleeping was not something at which he excelled, but he couldn’t let this strange affliction affect his work, and if the head medic said that rest would help, then he was determined to try. Just as he was attempting to get comfortable, his datapad pinged.

Kriff, Hux I thought I told you to TRY

Hux let out a heavy sigh and rubbed his hands over his face before responding to Mitaka’s message.

I was unwell. I had to return to medical.

You treated the captain like bantha shit Mitaka shot back. Anger bubbled up in Hux’s throat. No he hadn’t – he was legitimately unwell, and the captain’s presence seemed to exacerbate his condition. He was completely justified in cutting the meeting short. He cast the datapad aside, deciding not to validate Mitaka’s comment with a response. Anyway, what kind of way was that to speak to a superior officer, even if Mitaka was on Hux’s personal staff? Perhaps he’d write up an infraction report in the morning.

Hux rolled over, pulling the sheet up to his chin. He closed his eyes, hoping the sweet yet fickle embrace of sleep would see fit to grant him some rest. Instead, Mitaka’s words echoed in his head. He let out a huff of annoyance, already drafting the infraction report in his mind. But then those thoughts faded to a remembrance of his meeting with you. Against his wishes, his memories played the interaction over and over again. He saw you once more, the smart figure you cut in your uniform, the small gestures that had captured his complete attention, your soft, faltering voice, the depth of your gaze when it met his.

For the first time, he realized you were nervous to meet him. How could he have been so oblivious? Every word and action screamed it now as he played everything back. And that last glance – were those tears? Kriff – what had he said? He could see you so clearly, but he could barely remember a word he had spoken. He gripped the sheets and pulled them even tighter around himself, as though the pressure would push the memories from his mind. Mitaka’s words echoed through his thoughts once more, but this time instead of the hot rush of anger, he felt his stomach tie itself into knots. The image of tears forming in your eyes lodged itself in his mind as one cycle clicked to the next.

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