summary: another little fic about the doctor and the general. the rest of them are found here: RESIGN & FIX ME UP
word count: 722
warnings: none
a.n.:I don’t drink coffee. we’ll see how this goes
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Benefits of joining the First Order?
Free coffee.
Every day, anytime, whenever you needed it.
And it wasn’t just some cheap coffee like the stuff they had at inns or at the Academy. Whatever ship, base, even planet you were on, they stocked their supply with the best brew.
You were positive that without coffee, the first order would not be able to function.
A mini cafe was conveniently placed on an in-between level separating housing and command decks, conference rooms and the med-bay. It was your first destination before taking care of any patients or organizing chaos in your medic wing.
You wait with a datapad in hand at a table for two, for your order to be called.
“Black, five shots of espresso and one shot of Meiloorun syrup,” a voice drawls behind the counter.
As you tuck your datapad under your arm you wander around tables up to the counter. Before you could grab the steaming cup, a gloved hand whisks it away. You flinch in confusion and turned around to see a tall man, nose deep in his own datapad, holding your drink. It’s too early for this, you think to yourself.
“General,” you call before he can walk away, taking note of his rank evident on his sleeve. He moves the datapad away from his face and looks around confused before craning his neck down to see you. To your surprise, the man is General Hux, easily identified by his blazing hair. You never crossed paths with him in the cafe, mostly because he was always up at some ungodly hour to get to work, and you were confined to the medbay.
“I believe you have my order,” you state, gesturing to the cup in his hand.
He reads the list of ingredients in his cup and frowns. “Black coffee with five shots of espresso and one shot of syrup?”
You nod eagerly and reach out for the cup. “Yes its-”
The lady at the counter calls another drink. It was the same exact order.
There’s an awkward pause as it registered in your head that you probably just accused the General of taking your coffee when it was indeed his own.
Well actually you had no idea who ordered first, but you assume your cup was the one waiting with the barista. You quickly grab the drink at the counter and wave it in front of Hux.
“You’ve got good taste,” you joke, but he rolls his eyes.
The two of you start your way to the elevator.
“I’m surprised we haven’t at that mix-up before” he muses, eyeing your coffee as he takes a sip of his own. “Five shots of espresso is quite a bit.”
“It’s the only thing that keeps me awake during procedures,” you laugh. “I go to bed pretty late. Lots of patients lately.”
He hits the button to go up.
You continue. “What’s your excuse? Surely you take care of yourself and get enough sleep.”
“I normally don’t take this much. Ren has been, something else lately. Makes me a bit more exhausted.” He sighs lightly.
“Hmm. Makes sense. I’ve had plenty of people come in for injuries like lightsaber burns and supposedly stray blaster shots,” you reason with him.
It was quiet in the elevator. You check things off a list on your datapad and he organized his schedule for the day on his own datapad. He snuck glances over at you as you sipped away, but couldn’t find the courage to say anything to you.
The panel chimes, signaling your stop to the med-bay.
“Nice chatting with you General.” You smile and tuck your datapad under your arm again.
“Wait, Doctor,” he placed a hand on your shoulder, but quickly took it off as a small group of stormtroopers walked by. “Will you join me for coffee again?”
Your eyes sparkled and you beam. “I would love to.”
Hux tries to maintain a level of professionalism. “Very well. I expect to see you in the cafe tomorrow at approximately the same time as today.”
You nod and leave him in the elevator. As he watches as you walk into a sea of white scrubs and coats, a wave of longing washes over him. He’ll see you tomorrow, but now he feels like a piece of him is missing.
A/N: Nobody asked for this. It’s just self-indulgent Hux fanfiction.
Y/N bit her lip outside of the door, wondering whether to go in. She had felt a shift in the Force, something Ren had always taught her, as a Knight of Ren, to look for and go to. Someone was in deep distress, someone was in pain, and who was she if she wouldn’t help? Now, however, she realized the change in the Force was from General Hux.
Hux hated all of the Knights of Ren, including her. He hadn’t bothered to speak to them, but then again, he could hardly stand to glance at them. He didn’t understand the Force and those who used it, and he’d only had bad experiences with Force user in the past.
She built up her courage and knocked, pressing her head against the metal door to try and hear. She heard a muffled noise, a curse of some kind.
“I’m busy.”
Y/N knit her eyebrows together, frowning. “General Hux, this is urgent.”
There was a pause as he struggled to identify the voice. “What don’t you understand? I’m busy!”
“If you don’t let me in, I’m going to have to force my way in.”
“And how are you going to-”
With a flick of her hand, Y/N unlocked the hinges and let the door fly open, stepping in and closing the door behind her. Hux looked up with a sneer, pulling up a blanket to hide himself.
“You.”
Y/N studied him carefully. “What’s wrong? I-I felt a disturbance.”
“With the Force, I assume?” Hux asked, his eyes glazing over with something. When she nodded, the bright blue orbs displayed anger. “Ren and his pesky little apprentices- I don’t remember inviting you into my quarters.”
“Neither do I. However, I remember that you were upset, and I came to help.”
“I don’t want your help.”
Y/N marched over to him, watching as his face morphed into fear. “But you need it-” this came out more forcefully than she had imagined, on the brink of anger, and he flinched as she raised her hand, shielding his face from beneath the blanket.
“Don’t-”
She let her hand hover in the air for a moment, watching as he slowly uncovered his face and threw back his shoulders. Whatever fear had been in his face left until he once again glared at her.
“I wouldn’t hit you.”
“I should hope not.”
“Then why did you flinch?” she asked, raising an eyebrow. Not that he could see that from under her-
That was it. Her helmet. She chewed on her lip for a minute before opting to take a page out of her Master’s book. Y/N dug her fingers under the mechanisms, apply pressure for a moment before the helmet was loosened. She pulled it off and sent it down as she knelt so that she was eye-level with Hux, who was sitting rather helplessly on the floor. She set down her helmet and shook out her hair, staring at him intensely.
After Hux recovered, he looked away, not able to meet her gaze. “You seem to be human, no facial disfigurements despite the helmet used to cover any facial features.”
She smiled. “Is that your way of saying I’m attractive?”
“That’s not what I meant.” Hux flushed red, wrinkling his nose.
“What’s under the blanket? Why are you hiding yourself?”
He stiffened. “It’s nothing. I was just doing something.”
“Something that caused you pain,” she said, trying to meet his gaze. He refused, nose in the air. “I want to help you, General.”
“I don’t need your help and I sure as hell don’t want it.”
After a minute of silence, she pulled back the blanket, revealing him in only his undershirt with a huge gallery of bruises along his collarbone, neck, and arms.
She looked at him in awe for a minute. “Maker, Hux, what did you- what did you do?”
“I didn’t do anything.”
“Someone did, though,” Y/N murmured, clicking her tongue. She reached out and put a hand, soft and gentle, on his arm, fingers dancing delicately up and down his arm. He shivered, wanting to pull away from her touch, but something about the way she looked at him so fondly made him stay. It was an impressive set of bruises, injuries that would have caused pride to any soldier who had gained them in battle. Hux, however, seeming embarrassed by them, from his need to constantly hide them. “Someone did this, and that’s why you flinched. You thought I was going to hurt you, because-because someone already did.”
“I don’t want your sympathy.”
“I wasn’t offering it.” Y/N bit her lip. “Who did this?”
“That idiot the whole lot of you follow around like lost ducklings,” Hux growled, eyes crackling with anger.
Her eyes widened. “Kylo Ren? He-he wouldn’t do something like that. He cares about you. Kylo tells us that he cares about everyone in the First Order.”
“He knows how to manipulate people,” Hux said, looking down at the ground with distaste. “That’s for sure.”
Y/N looked around the floor, finding a small jar of bacta. “And you were healing your wounds.”
He nodded. “I was, at least, before you came in.”
“Come here,” she said softly, sitting back on her heels and digging around in her robes. “Ren taught us a trick for injuries.”
“I don’t need it.”
“You’d rather be in pain than accept help from someone else?”
Hux froze for a minute, considering, before he leaned forward, watching her hands carefully.
“So instead of tying your bandage like this,” she said, demonstrating. “You’ll want to do it like this. It helps it to heal faster, and it will leave fewer bruises.”
Hux watched silently as she explained further, still sneering, but there was a softer look in his eyes. When she finished, she looked up at him with expectant eyes, asking for approval, and he nodded.
“I- I didn’t know that.” he paused. “Thank you.”
“Of course.” she stood up, brushing herself off. “I guess- I guess that will be all.”
Hux felt his heart drop, although he had no idea why. “I suppose so.” he dwelled on this for a moment, taking in the hopeful expression she still wore. Did she- did she want to be invited to stay? He wondered whether he’d enjoy her company further. It was true, perhaps, that not all Force users were as bad as Ren. This one was gentle and kind, and she enjoyed his company as much as he enjoyed hers. He decided that there would be no harm in letting her stay and exploring his feelings for her. “Unless, of course, you’d like to stay, in which case I will make some tea for us.”
“When I’m with you, I’m home.” Please can I request this with Hux? Thanks, love ur writing
Pairing: Reader x General HuxFandom: Star Wars.Warnings: None.Word Count: 391Prompts: “When I’m with you, I’m home.”
Hux shrugs off his coat the second he steps into his quarters. You’re sitting in the corner of the room, a pile of papers and files in front of you that you’ve been tasked with reading over to make sure that everything is running smoothly. When he closes the door, you glance over at him, a smile playing on your lips.
He looks exhausted and you can’t help but put down the paper you’re looking at to fully take him in. He takes the time to hang up his coat before he crosses the room. He gives you a tight lipped smile before disappearing into the bathroom.
Millicent is asleep on your lap, curled up into a ball like she has been for the last hour or so. She’s too sleepy to notice when Hux walks in the first time, but when he emerges from the bathroom, she’s up and at his feet in seconds. He smiles softly and bends down to pet her.
“Tough day?” You ask, leaning over the back of your chair.
Hux nods. “Unbelievably,” he says. He crosses the room to stand behind you, resting his hands on your shoulders and looking down at the papers. “What’s all this?”
You look down at them all. “Files from Peavey. I need to read over them and annotate them all by tomorrow evening. It’s an impossible task, but it needs to be done. And, according to him, I’m the only one qualified to do it.”
He frowns and takes one of the papers from the desk. “How many have you done?”
You point at the pile on the left, which at least twenty centimetres high. “This.”
“You’ll do no more tonight. I’ll talk to Peavey about this tomorrow.”
You furrow your eyebrows, but turn around to look at him. “You look tired. You should go to sleep. I can feed Millicent,” you suggest. “You need to stop overworking yourself, Armitage. You’re going to overrun yourself. Or at least come home more.”
Hux shakes his head. “Will you come and visit me on the bridge tomorrow?”
“And why should I do that?” You ask, smiling a little through your confusion.
He leans down and presses a soft kiss to the top of your head. “When I’m with you, I’m home. And you did say I need to be home more.”
The Day He Left (Part Three)- General Hux x F!Reader
part one part two part three
a/n: i just tagged anyone who asked about part three! this is the last part btw. it’s been a journey of almost a year but it’s finally over. hope you enjoyed! xx
The day he left, Y/N lost what she thought was the best part of herself. She lost her other half. She lost herself.
The day she realized he had never truly been hers, she found herself again.
“Look who finally decided to show up,” Poe drawled as Y/N turned on the lights.
“Better late than never,” she joked dryly.
Y/N set to work on undoing the clasps holding his arms down. Once his wrists were free, he rubbed them, letting out a soft ‘ow,’ just to be dramatic.
“Hey, you good, Y/L/N?” Poe sat up, noticing how she avoided his gaze as she undid the bonds on his ankles. “Y/N?”
“Fine, thanks.” Y/N rolled her eyes. “I should be asking you that.”
Poe chuckled. “Yeah, but I’m fine. You’re the one who looks like you saw a ghost.”
“I’m the one who just saw their ex-boyfriend and was uncomfortably close to him for a prolonged period of time as he saved their life.” Y/N finished the bonds and helped him to his feet.
Poe nodded appreciatively, then did a double-take. “Wait, what? You saw- you saw him?” when she looked at her feet, Poe pulled her into his arms, almost falling at the sudden weight on his shaky legs. “Sorry for being a dick, then.”
Y/N laughed bitterly. “It’s fine, Poe. You’re always a dick.”
“Yeah, but I try not to be when you’re upset.” Poe rubbed her back awkwardly, then ruffled her hair. “Kriff. Okay- so, what’s the plan?” she faltered. “You have a plan right?”
Y/N hesitated again, biting her lip as they separated. “I did. But, uh- there might have been a change of plans. ‘Cause, uh- I maybe- Poe?”
“Y/L/N.”
“What would you say if I said I’m still desperately in love with Armitage and I’m planning to go and try to convince him to come with us, risking our entire mission and our lives?”
Poe took a long, deep breath. “I’d say, uh, please don’t?”
There was a beat of silence, then Y/N shrugged.
“Good thing I didn’t say that, then.”
Y/N grabbed his hand and intertwined their fingers, pulling him towards the door. Poe reluctantly followed, having little to no idea of what was about to take place, but willing to follow his best friend to the ends of the Earth.
The two slipped out and closed the door carefully, then hid in the shadows of a dark hallway as the methodic stomping of Stormtroopers marching passed them.
“You’re going to get us killed, Y/L/N,” Poe whispered, running his free hand through his curls.
“You’re free to go.” Y/N’s voice was hushed as she surveyed for Stormtroopers, then led them to another shadowy spot a few yards off. “You can escape right now and leave me here to try and get Armitage.”
Poe tilted his head. “Yeah. I could. That’s a good plan, actually.”
Y/N smiled slightly. “But you aren’t gonna do that, are you?”
“Of course not.” Poe ruffled her hair once more, making her smack his hand away. “I’m with you ‘till the end of the line, baby.”
Y/N pulled him across the hallways and into a side corridor.
“Where the hell are you going?” he murmured in her ear once another group of troopers had passed.
She shrugged. “Absolutely no idea. The right way, I hope.”
“Kriff,” he repeated. “I swear, Y/L/N, I am so demoting you when we get home-”
Y/N laughed softly. “No, you aren‘t.”
He paused. “Damn you, Y/L/N.”
He glanced over when he didn’t hear a witty reply or at least a chuckle, but quickly realized why. All color drained out of his face when he saw Hux standing right in front of them, eerily stiff and calm, yet eyes flaring with passion and anxiety.
“You are going the wrong way.” Hux studied Y/N, then glanced at Poe, and then looked at Y/N once more, up and down, like he was mapping out her features, taking a mental picture to remember her by when she left.
“I just found you, Army,” Y/N said quietly yet sweetly, giving him a tiny smile. Poe noticed that she dropped Poe’s hand quickly, the action not unnoticed by the general. “I think I’ve been going the right way this whole time.”
Hux paused. “I’m afraid I can’t help you any longer. I’ve already jeopardized my job too many times in one day.”
“And I’m afraid I’m asking you to do it one more time.” Y/N stepped forward and he backed away, putting up his hands in a warning sign. “Come with me, Army.”
Hux shook his head. “I don’t want to hurt you. Either of you.”
Y/N took another step forward. “You can’t hurt me. I understand your pain, but-”
“No, no, you don’t understand-” Hux’s hands began to wander down towards his belt, fingering something through his uniform. “I don’t want to hurt you. But I will.”
Poe put a hand on her shoulder carefully that she quickly shrugged off. “Y/N, I think-”
“Hux, I know you.” she gave him a hopeful smile. “I know you won’t hurt me. I know you’re not one of them.”
“Y/N, stop,” Hux said quickly. “I won’t ask you again. Step back before I’m forced to take action.”
Y/N took another step forward, then another, and continued until she was inches from Hux. Hux reached for whatever it was that was clipped onto his belt and Poe was entirely ready to jump in front of her, to take the bullet.
Hux pulled out a blaster, but it didn’t register with Y/N. She stepped forward once more, reaching for him.
Hux’s finger found the trigger, and he began to press down.
Y/N was only an inch away.
And he dropped the blaster.
“You’re a fool.” Hux was stuttering slightly, eyes drawn to the blaster he’d dropped.
Y/N shook her head and put a shaky hand on his shoulder, making him start. “I’m a fool for loving you, but not for saving you. Come with us.”
Hux paused, hesitation and apprehension clear on his features. “Y/N-”
“Armitage.” she stared into his eyes for just a moment as he looked up to her and the rest of the world melted away.
Hux lost all control as he stepped forward, pulled her by the waist into his arms, and kissed her.
The moment they parted, a loving yet apologetic look had made its way into his eyes, icy exterior melted away. “I’m sorry. For everything.”
“Don’t expect me to forgive you.” Y/N looked at him for a long moment, cupping his cheek gently. “But know that I love you. We’ll get through this. Together.”
Hux smiled at her without a trace of scorn or malice. “I cannot drag you down with me. This is my mistake, and mine alone.”
“I won’t take the blame.”
“You better not.”
Poe spoke up after a long moment of eye contact, filled with tension, joy, and love. “We should move out. Are you coming or not?”
Hux, for the first time, shifted his gaze to Poe and tilted his head to the side. “I’m sorry. To you, too, Dameron.”
“No apologies necessary,” Poe replied tersely. “I only have room for 2, so someone’s gonna have to sit in someone’s lap.”
Hux raised an eyebrow. “Crude.”
Y/N put a hand on his arm and smiled. “That means you’re coming with us?”
Hux paused for another long moment, but the decision was easy and the answer was clear in his eyes before he spoke. “Of course.”
“Then let’s go.” Poe turned and ran for the nearest cover, Hux and Y/N following quickly.
“Are you sure you want me with you?” Hux whispered to Y/N as they ran. “I’ll only drag you down.”
Y/N squeezed his hand and shot him a reassuring smile. “Of course. You left me once, dick, you’re never doing it again.”
“I promise.” Hux rolled his eyes and squeezed her hand back. “I’d be an idiot to leave you.”
…
“This is- weird.”
Y/N looked up from her broken comm she was struggling to fix and furrowed her eyebrows. “What’s weird?”
“This.” Armitage gestured to the room.
“My bedroom is weird?” Y/N looked around with a hand on her heart in faux-offense, though the quirk of her mouth showed she was joking. “I know the decor’s not what you’re used to, but-”
Armitage shook his head, cutting her off. “No, all of this. Being back. It’s so- familiar. But so much has changed.”
“That’s the way it goes, Army.” she shot him a smile. “You’re doing great.”
“Nothing I’ve ever done has been great.” Armitage looked to the side. “I’ve only ever been a First Order puppet. A spy, then a lifeless doll for Snoke to use. I fear that I’ll never figure out my true personality.”
Y/N hesitated, then gingerly reached out and brushed his hair back. It had grown out since his return to the Resistance and become shaggy without the constant gel. It looked good, better. It gave him life, Y/N would say, but Armitage loathed the way it fluffed up. Before she could try and comfort him, he was speaking again.
“The first moment I left you, I realized you were my everything. That I’d taken you for granted.” Armitage took the hand on his hair and brought it to his lips gently, kissing the knuckles. “I realized that without you, I was cold and miserable and I wallowed in my old sadness, taking out my faults on others.”
Y/N squeezed his hand. “Army.”
“The day I left, I forgot who I was.” Armitage studied her, eyes slightly squinted in confusion. “But now, I think I remember.”
“I felt the same.” Y/N was deep in thought, chewing the inside of her cheek. “But Poe got me through it. I assume there wasn’t anyone like him in the First Order.”
Armitage huffed out a laugh. “I think not. If you were willing to disobey orders and go on a dangerous solo mission just to rescue him, then I’m sure he must be quite the guy.”
Y/N smiled and kissed his cheek, shifting closer to him and snuggling into his side. “He is. But you’re quite the guy, too.”
“I’m trying.” Armitage smiled down and her and leaned forward, kissing her forehead, still too nervous to initiate anything more most of the time. “For you.”
“We’ll figure it out, Army.” Y/N looked around her room. “All of it. Together.”
Armitage inhaled, thinking of the way Snoke had used his weaknesses against him, how Snoke and Ren had both contantly hurt him, lashing out in anger, and exhaled, letting it go. He was desperate to forget.
Next he considered the gentle way Y/N touched him, careful to never startle or hurt him, the patient way she talked to him. Armitage thought about how soft he had always gone around her, the way he would put everything aside to make her happy.
Armitage knew his life wasn’t perfect, and that he was the farthest thing from perfect there was, but Y/N was a slice of perfection, and he would never leave her again.
The day he left, they both fell apart. The day she came for him, they were both whole again.
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There are three words that Armitage Hux has never spoken to a single person in his life. Yet, somehow, deep down, he knows he wants to say them to you. You’re asleep, fast asleep beside him, and he’s itching to wake you up and tell you.
He can’t get the courage to do it though. Because you look so beautiful when you’re asleep and you’re so peaceful. He knows that, if he wakes you up, he’ll break that peace in half. You’ll be awake and your mind will go straight to work. He can’t do that to you. He won’t do that.
So, he sits, his hands knotted together in his lap as he looks at you, head buried in the pillow, blankets pulled up to your chin, a soft smile on your lips as you dream. He hopes, for a moment, that you might be dreaming of him.
Hux looks away from you, then. He looks at the picture frames that you’ve set up across the room. You’ve only been staying in his quarters for two weeks, but you insisted that he make it feel more like a home instead of just a room where he sleeps. He smiles at the thought.
You snuggle further down into the pillow as you sleep, and he watches with a smile on his face as you get more comfortable. He’s always envied those who sleep easily. He hasn’t been able to sleep for an entire eight hours for years now. You, on the other hand, seemed to have a full eight hours sleep every night. He’s glad that, if he can’t have that, you can.
Those three words make their way into his mind again as he looks at you. He contemplates waking you up again, but with a shake of the head he decides against it. It’s a bad idea.
So, instead, Hux reaches down to stroke your hair as he mutters a soft “I love you.”
He figures that will do. He’s said those words now, and he hasn’t had to disturb you to say them.
“Promise me you’ll come back.” With Hux Please? Thank you!
Pairing: Reader x General Hux.Fandom: Star Wars.Warnings: None.Word Count: 270.Prompts: “Promise me you’ll come back.”A/N: I’ve never written for Hux before, so bare with me if this is awful!
Armitage Hux isn’t a crier, though when you wrap your arms around him and bury your face into his chest to say goodbye, he swears that he could. He isn’t very much of a hugger either, but he lets you hug him. He even lets himself loosely wrap his own arms around you, just to show you that he’s understanding you. That he’s with you.
“You’re coming back, right?” You say, pulling away to look at him. Your eyebrows are furrowed but the look in your eyes tells Hux everything – you’re scared.
He nods, just once, but can’t find the words to tell you that he will. He knows that there is a very high possibility that this mission will be the end of him. He doesn’t have the heart to tell you. He guesses you already know.
You shake your head and grip the front of his coat, not caring if you crease or crinkle it as you do. “No, you need to say it. I need to hear you say it. I need to hear you promise me you’ll come back.”
Hux takes a deep breath and looks away from you. You grip his coat tighter and pull his gaze back down to you. Your gaze is harsh, asking him for things that you know he can’t give you, no matter how hard he wishes he can.
He takes a step back and you drop your grip from his coat, your hands falling to your sides. You watch him as he takes another step away from you. “I can’t promise that.”
A/N: This is kind of short, sorry! I’m also not sure why, but it’s gender neutral?
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“You need to relax,” Y/N piped up from the corner, raising an eyebrow at Hux. “You’ve been pacing since you got home.”
“I’ve been pacing because everyone is an idiot,” he replied, his voice filled with anger. Y/N shook their head and took his hand.
“Come on, I know what will relax both of us.”
Hux frowned but let Y/N lead him to the bedroom. They searched around in the closet before pulling out Hux’s old record player.
“Oh, I love you,” he said softly, brushing off the dust and smiling. He opened it and breathed in the scent- something about his records made him extremely sentimental.
Y/N put Hux’s favorite record on and smiled as the familiar first notes played out. “Better?”
Hux nodded. “Much. Come on.” He sat on the ground and let Y/N sit on his lap, wrapping his arms around them and playing with their fingers. “I love you.”
“Love you too,” Y/N replied, leaning back and kissing him. “Jazz makes you so affectionate!”
Hux shrugged and pulled up his partner, taking their hands and beginning to dance. “I love jazz, I love you, it all works out.” Pulling Y/N close and then spinning them around, lots of giggling and laughing, lots of tripping and almost falling, the feeling was amazing. By the end of the song, they were both breathing heavily.
“Thank you,” Hux whispered, finally collapsing in a heap on the bed. “We should do that more often.”
A/n: this is the beginning of a very self indulgent series. It’s gonna get very steamy and somewhat kinky from here on out. I’ll be sure to add more info as the series goes on.
Canto Bight. A playground for the galaxy's rich and famous. As well as the galaxy's more morally questionable entities. It was no real surprise that General Hux was there among them. Seeing as how most patrons of the establishment were great supporters of the First Order, Hux’s presence was not completely unbelievable.
What was interesting though, was that General Hux was not known to take vacations. In fact, those who saw him walk through the casino and those who recognized him stopped him multiple times. Here for a meeting General? Is there a mission going on? Weapons dealing? You must be here on important First Order business, no? To all, the general answered that he was there purely for himself.
“General Hux?”
Hux turned to whoever it was who was addressing him. It was a man he did not recognized, but the pin on his jacket confirmed that it was the man he was supposed to meet.
“Please follow me.”
Hux did as he was told and followed the man to an elevator that would take them to their destination. Once they stepped off, the man led Hux down a hallway with many an ornate door. They stopped at one that bared the same insignia as the one on the man’s pin.
“Go on inside and have a seat. She’ll be with you soon.”
Hux nodded and went ahead inside. Once there, he took in the room. There were two chairs separated by a coffee table. On the far side of the room were two doors. The room itself wasn’t exactly ornate, but it was nicely furnished and offered a welcoming feeling.
I suppose one would want to feel comfortable in a place like this. He thought to himself. He took off his coat and sat down. He fiddled with his gloves, an unseen nervous habit. He couldn’t figure out why he was nervous. He was meeting a woman, something he’d done plenty of times before. But, he thought, Those times were under much different circumstances.
Just then one of the doors opened and out walked a woman wearing a long floral robe. Her hair was up and she wore a bright smile on her face.
“General Hux?” She asked, offering out her hand.
“At your service.” Hux stood and took her hand. If this was any other situation, he would’ve just shaken it, but he felt that this meeting needed to be more intimate. So he bent down and kissed her knuckles.
“Isn’t that a good sign?” She said as Hux stood up right again. Part of him was relieved that she had appreciated the gesture but the other part of him wondered if he had sold himself short.
“My name is (y/n). But I always allow my clients to call me whatever they desire.”
“(Y/n) is fine.”
“Alright then.” (Y/n) placed a data pad down on the table and took a seat.
“Before we can truly start our arrangement, we need to deal with some legality.” She slid the pad Hux’s way and he started to skim its contents.
“If we are to continue with this arrangement. I need to know that you agree to my terms. If not, I’m afraid we can not continue.”
Hux stopped when he reached a certain portion of the contract. “What is this ‘General’s Clause?’”
(Y/n) smiled. “You are the highest profile client I’ve ever had. This specific clause is just to ensure that none of your outside influence will affect my operation here.”
“Has that been a problem in the past?”
(Y/n) gazed shifted a bit, “I wouldn’t like it to be a problem. If the wording in the contract seems intimidating, that’s because I’ve never had to encounter a man of your stature before. I just want you to come to me as a man and not the general of the First Order.”
Hux nodded. It was a sound argument and from what he understood in the contract, this would be very private. One could confide whatever they wanted in her and as long as her rules were followed and she was paid, she’d keep her mouth shut.
Hux placed his signature on the contract and slid it back to (y/n). She tapped through it, bringing up another document.
“You are fully aware of what I do, yes?” She asked, glancing up at the general. He shifted slightly in his seat.
“I have a vague idea…”
“Tell me. I want to make sure you know.”
She crossed her legs, making the robe reveal her bare legs.
“You...help men satisfy certain...desires.” He hadn’t realized how embarrassed he was. In his mind he could easily form the words, but saying them out loud...that was a bit harder to do.
(Y/n) smiled and slid the data pad back to him.
“I want you to write out a fantasy. Or perfered methods or… whatever you would like me to do during our time together.”
Hux looked down to the blank document and then back up to (y/n).
“I suppose now would be a good time to confess that I’ve never… done anything… like this.”
(Y/n) quirked up an eyebrow, “Sex, prostitution ,or been with someone like me?”
Hux blushes at her response before saying, “The latter.”
(Y/n) gave a small laugh, “Don’t worry general. You wouldn’t be the first. I always take things slow, regardless of a clients experience.” She stood and went to the door she stepped out of. “You just write down whatever comes to mind. I have something I want to give you before we start tomorrow. I’ll be just a minute.”
When she was gone, Hux looked back to the blank document, his mind swimming. What should he say? He had fantasies of course, but he didn’t want to scare her away or make her think less of him. But then he remembered that she was a dominatrix and has probably heard worse then what he thought of on a day to day basis. He put down a couple of things he’d like and placed the pad back onto the table. He sighed. Maybe this wasn’t a good idea. He had to dedicate a whole week to meeting with (y/n). He could’ve gotten so much work done, but part of him knew he needed this. After the events of the last few months, he needed a way to relax or else he was just going to fling himself into space and end it all.
“Are you finished?” (Y/n) emerged from the other room, a small box in hand. Hux nodded.
“I’m not sure if that’s everything, but it was the first few things that came to mind.”
(Y/n) picked up the pad and scrolled through its contents. Every so often the corners of her lips quirked up.
“This is just fine, general. I have a gift for you.” She gestured to the box on the table.
“I’d suggest not looking in it until you’re alone in your room. Some of my clients find it a bit of a shock.”
Hux looked to the box and back to (y/n). “What is it?”
“You’ll find out soon enough.”
(Y/n) sat the data pad down and walked over to Hux’s chair. She gently placed a finger under his chin and made him look up at her.
“I always like to end these meetings with a kiss. I find that it helps break through that first bit of awkwardness. Is that alright with you?”
Hux nodded. It was more than alright. She smiled and moved to sat down in his lap. The general tensed.
“Is this alright general?”
Hux relaxed. He timidly placed his hands around her waist. (Y/n) smiled, leaning in towards him, gently placing a small kiss on his lips. Hux’s grip on her waist tightened as the kiss grew deeper and deeper. His hands started to move up her back, but once they did, (y/n) pulled away and placed a finger on his lips.
“That’s enough for now, General.”
“You’re very good at that.” Hux said without thinking. He covered his mouth as a blush filled his cheeks. (Y/n) laughed.
“I would hope so! It’s the first thing you learn in a business like this.”
She stood and the box took her place. Hux looked down at the small parcel and looked back to (y/n).
“Everything I need is in here?”
(Y/n) nodded and gestured to the door, “Sevren will show you out. I’ll be seeing you same time tomorrow General.”
The same man from earlier appeared in the open door and Hux took his leave. As meetings went, this one was definitely more enjoyable than most. He subconsciously touched his lips as he thought of that kiss. Quite the introduction for a business relationship…
Alone in his room, Hux shed the many layers of his uniform and sat at the edge of his bed. A small meow greeted him as he did.
“Hello you.” Hux whispered to Millicent, “Let’s see what Lady (y/n) has given me shall we?”
Hux opened the box and shifted the tissue paper inside. Once the box’s contents were found, Hux’s eyes went wide.
