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PART ONE OF ? Summary:Armitage Hux finds himself strangely fascinated by you, a Resistance fighter and pilot, even though he knows he shouldn’t. You know that there’s much more to him than you see on the surface. Pairing:female!Reader x Armitage Hux Fandom:Star Wars Word Count: 1464 Warnings:THE RISE OF SKYWALKER SPOILERS. A/N:I had this idea while watching The Rise of Skywalker last night, and then realised that it was definitely going to have to be something I explored more through more than one chapter, and so this has come into existence. If you read this, I hope you enjoy it. I’m going to try and keep it consistently updating as much as I can and it’ll also be posted over on my Ao3 (here) if you’d like to follow it there!
@iraniq sent me this gif and I have honestly spent far too long looking at it, so here’s a little drabble for you.
General Armitage Hux was a force to be reckoned with. Feared by many, quite rightly, despised by others, this circle of trusted companions was so small it could really be considered more of a dot or a pinprick. He was a man who made alliances but also knew how swiftly those allies could stab him in the back. Hux could read people’s intentions clearly… but then there was you.
You were an anomaly to him. Your rise through the ranks was entirely on your own merit, and when you had first dared attempt a conversation with him, he had assumed you saw the connection as your next stepping stone. As time passed, however, he noticed you seemed content in your role, carving out your own little place in the First Order. This only perplexed him further. If you weren’t trying to gain his support to further your career then why did you appear to seek him out? Why did you glance across at him in meetings and share a look to convey your thoughts on whatever was being discussed? Why did you smile softly at him whenever your paths crossed?
An important mission had called you away from the Finalizer and Hux found his mood more sour than usual. Everything irritated him, even the way some of the stormtroopers breathed was enough to set his nerves on edge. He couldn’t put his finger on it, but something in his little empire was off. Everyone around him appeared to be even more incompetent than usual, sleep evaded him more than usual and even Phasma was pushing all his buttons.
His friend had pointed out his emotional state coincided with your absence. As far as Hux was concerned these were two completely unrelated things, but the knowing smirk on the Captains face made him bristle. As the cycles passed, he considered the possibility that perhaps your presence had become part of his routine and that was why things felt wrong. It was mearly a disruption to his routine, it wasn’t like he missed you or was worried about your safety while you were out of his reach.
He was on the bridge when he heard your convoy was returning to the ship. The excuse he gave for heading to the docking bay was flimsy at best, but nobody dared challenge him. His heart was racing as he strode into the hanger, his eyes scanning over those milling around the space. A familiar swagger caught his attention, and as you reached up and removed your helmet he felt a burst of pure joy expode within him. He wanted to run to you, to take you in his arms, to ensure you were unharmed.
“I didn’t expect to see you here, General.” The moderated voice of Kylo broke through his euphoria.
“The mission was a success. I felt my presence here might convey a simple ‘well done’ to encourage further success.” Hux stated, trying to get his emotions under control. He couldn’t let Ren know of his feelings for you, that would put you in danger.
“The mission. Yes.” Ren hummed thoughtfully as you wandered over to them.
“Hello, General.” You gave him a warm smile, and for a brief moment it felt to him as if the rest of the galaxy melted away.
“Hi.” He managed, an uncharacteristic smile tugging at his own lips.
“Captain, walk with me.” Kylo stepped between the two of you and Hux saw you nod curtly.
“Of course, Supreme Leader.” You turned to follow Ren out, but not before you winked at Hux.
He could feel the heat rising in his face and he quickly turned his attention in the data pad in his hand. His mood had most certainly improved and even he couldn’t deny that had something to do with you. Was it possible he had developed feelings for you? Oh dear. This was not good. He would have to do something to remedy this situation.
Request: Could you do one for Hux were his really into the this girl who’s bigger, and she kinda plays hard to get, and something happens that makes her confidence go down, and he tries to help build it up for her? Maybe like a first kiss, or something? No rush, of course. I mean, if your not comfortable writing that, that’s fine too. ❤️❤️❤️ for @loveroffandoms16
Ten minutes. He figured that if he could share your life for the next ten minutes then that was more than he could have ever hoped for. Just ten minutes. Ten minutes standing by your side, imagining how things could have been if he was not himself.
As soon as his eyes had landed on you, a memory long since locked away had floated to the surface. A memory of a dirty faced girl lay in a field of damp grass, staring up at the sky, pointing out the different shaped clouds. A memory of a much younger version of himself, bruised beneath his shirt but somehow feeling light, enjoying a moment of actually being a child for a change.
The sky no longer held clouds, but the infinite vastness of the galaxy. A galaxy the two of you had talked about exploring with childlike naivety. Perhaps he could just stand beside you silently, just soaking in being near you. Perhaps after ten minutes, you might allow him another ten. Perhaps just being closer to you would ease this itch in his hands, the desire to touch you, to hold your hand.
He hadn’t seen you since he was eight, but he had always carried a part of you with him. It was foolish, he knew, but you were the one indulgence he allowed himself. The memory of you, the fantasy really. He imagined you seeing his face on a poster for the First Order. Perhaps you would see a broadcast and you would remember the boy who you had spent one perfect summer with. Maybe you would seek him out, tell him that you wanted to spend a million summers with him.
It would never be more than a shadow of hope in his deepest fantasies though. You were the daughter of a General, an ambassador, an ethereal being who he was unworthy of looking upon. The fact that you were here, on board the same ship as him, was a miracle in itself. So, he had the next ten minutes.
Taking a deep breath, he clasped his hands behind his back and made his way to stand beside you, leaving a respectable gap between your bodies.
“That swirling nebula over there, don’t you think it looks rather like a porg?” Your voice broke the silence and he glanced over to see the corners of your lips twitch upwards as you stared out of the transparisteel.
“I always considered it to be more of a swirling vortex, but now that you mention it, there is a porgness about it.” he responded, not daring to look at you.
Ten minutes. He could do this for ten minutes, and then, maybe, if he was incredibly lucky, he would get to do this for ten minutes more.
summery: You find the General over-working himself and try to pull him away to rest.
warnings: kinda fluffy, angst if u squint ur eyes.
1.2K+ Words
This was in no way how it was supposed to happen, you were supposed to submit your weekly report to the General and leave, you didn’t plan to walk in on him in a vulnerable moment. You weren’t in the wrong, of course, you knocked and he let you in. You just simply noticed the small details that others don’t.
