#armitage x reader

The steady hum of the transport ship was a constant beneath their feet, a rhythmic pulse of power that carried them through the vastness of space. Inside the dimly lit cabin, the atmosphere was subdued. Formal, disciplined, yet not entirely tense. 

Hux sat with his back straight, a datapad in hand. His eyes flicked over reports and incoming transmissions from the Finalizer, processing the minutiae of fleet logistics with the same cold efficiency as always. He did not acknowledge the Umbrals beyond what was necessary. Yet, his sharp gaze lifted briefly when movement caught his attention.

(Y/n) stood a short distance away, her posture still disciplined, but there was a subtle shift in her demeanor. A small relaxation of her shoulders, the slight ease in her stance. Changes so minute that most would miss them entirely.

Except for him.

The reason soon became apparent as Varo had approached her. His expression was composed but carried a faint trace of familiarity, something that separated him from the others. She inclined her head slightly in acknowledgment. 

“You’re holding together well,” Varo remarked, his voice carrying the weight of an old camaraderie.

(Y/n) glanced at him, one brow lifting slightly. “Were you expecting otherwise?”

A small smirk played at the corner of his lips. “Not really. But even you have to admit this is different from what we’re used to.” He gestured vaguely around them. “The academies are one thing. Taking on an assignment? That’s something else.”

(Y/n) exhaled quietly, her gaze shifting briefly to the viewport where the stars streaked past in elongated trails of light. “We were made for this,” she said simply.

“Made for it, sure,” Varo agreed. “But I’d rather fight beside someone I know than be stuck with others who think we’re nothing more than glorified beasts on leashes.” (Y/n) caught a new frustrated glint in his eyes. “They have a hard time trusting us, but they don’t realize it goes both ways.” 

Hux noted the way (Y/n)’s expression flickered. Something subtle, a trace of understanding.

“Let them think what they will,” she murmured. “It changes nothing.”

Her attempt at grounding themselves seemed to work as Varo huffed a quiet chuckle. “Still the same as ever.” He tilted his head slightly. “No regrets?”

(Y/n) finally met his gaze, and in that moment, there was something unspoken between them. Shared experiences, unspoken memories from the academy. The brutal trials, the losses, the moments of quiet survival.

“No,” she said at last, and there was no hesitation in her answer.

Varo studied her for a moment before nodding in acceptance. “Good.”

Hux, still seated and listening in on their conversation, watched them from the corner of his eye.

It was… fascinating.

The Umbral he had observed up until now had been nothing short of calculated and professional. She had spoken only when necessary, moved only with purpose. But here, in the presence of someone she trusted, she was not softer - that was the wrong word.

More settled.

There was no loss of awareness, no drop in discipline. She was still poised, still unreadable to the untrained eye. But there was a difference, one that made Hux’s fingers still briefly over his datapad.

This was an Umbral outside of direct orders. This was (Y/n) (L/n) as a person, not just as a weapon. And it was something worth noting.

Not long after, the landing sequence they experienced was smooth, the ship barely shuddering as it settled into the Finalizer’s hangar. 

Inside the ship, General Hux remained composed as he stood, eyes fixed ahead as the ramp lowered with a sharp hiss. The air changed immediately. Cooler, sterile, filled with the low hum of machinery and distant orders being barked across the hangar deck.

(Y/n) followed precisely half a step behind him as he descended the ramp, boots meeting the polished black floor with measured precision as Varo followed beside her. 

The hangar was alive with motion. TIE pilots making their way to their fighters, officers moving in coordinated patterns, stormtroopers standing at attention as their general passed. Hux did not acknowledge them. He expected discipline, not admiration.

A group of officers awaited him near the entrance to the main corridors. At their forefront, Captain Phasma stood in gleaming armor, a towering presence of authority. She inclined her head as Hux approached.

“General.”

“Captain.”

Her visor tilted toward (Y/n) for a brief moment, then to Varo. “Which one of you is Umbral Drenn?” The man in question stepped forward. Phasma gave a single nod in acknowledgement. “You will be shadowing me for the next five days to ensure your understanding of our operations in High Command. Further guidance will be provided to you later.” She informed before turning to the general. “Your presence was missed, sir. There are several matters requiring your attention.”

Hux nodded, already moving forward. “Walk with me.”

(Y/n) and Varo followed silently as they moved towards the turbolifts, officers and other personnel scurrying out of their way. Phasma strode beside Hux, her tone clipped and efficient.

“The Resistance has increased its scouting efforts in the Mid Rim. No direct engagements, but intelligence suggests they are probing for weaknesses.”

“Predictable.” Hux’s expression remained unreadable. “Have our patrol routes been adjusted accordingly?”

“They have. Colonel Ronn reports all security measures are holding, but vigilance is advised.”

The lift doors opened, and the group stepped inside. The moment they ascended, Phasma’s tone shifted, slightly lower.

“There was also an incident with Captain Voss.”

(Y/n) did not react outwardly, but she sharpened her focus. Hux, however, merely exhaled through his nose, a sign of mild irritation rather than surprise.

“What has he done?”

“He questioned your decision to take an Umbral as a personal guard.” A pointed glance at (Y/n). “Not publicly, but he has made his opinion known among certain circles.”

(Y/n) remained motionless, her gaze fixed ahead.

Hux’s lips curled into something that was not quite a smile. “Let him. Voss is intelligent enough to know the consequences of stepping beyond his station.”

The lift arrived at the floor of the bridge and as they neared, the doors hissed open, revealing the vast command deck of the Finalizer. A sea of officers stationed at their posts, the soft hum of control panels and distant chatter filling the air.

As the general stepped forward, the ship’s personnel immediately straightened, all eyes momentarily drawn to their returning commander. (Y/n) observed silently as they passed through, noting how conversations momentarily ceased as Hux moved to take his place at the command platform overlooking the viewport.

The stars stretched endlessly before them, vast and cold.

Hux clasped his hands behind his back, surveying his domain. “Report.”

An officer stepped forward. “All systems operational. No disturbances during your absence. We are prepared to resume standard operations under your directive.”

Hux nodded once. “Maintain course. I will review today’s logs personally. Any deviations in patrol efficiency are to be reported immediately.”

“Yes, General.”

As the officer left, Hux glanced toward (Y/n), his expression unreadable. He studied her for a moment, then turned back towards the viewport.

She had remained silent, as expected. Present, but unobtrusive. A shadow at his side.

(Y/n) remained alert as General Hux turned and faced Phasma who had not yet left, her tall frame imposing as she continued briefing him. “There is another matter. The Supreme Leader has sent a transmission requesting an update on the Starkiller project. He will expect a report.”

Hux’s jaw tightened almost imperceptibly. “Of course he will.” He exhaled sharply through his nose. “Patch it through to my private terminal. I will address it personally.”

Phasma nodded before stepping away to relay the command, Varo following, leaving General Hux and (Y/n) to themselves. 

(Y/n) remained silent, watching as Hux’s fingers flexed behind his back, the only outward indication of his restrained irritation. 

He turned sharply, beginning to walk along the command walkway overlooking the bridge. (Y/n) followed in step.

“You will make yourself familiar with the Finalizer’s layout,” Hux stated without looking at her. “I expect you to know the ship’s schematics, primary access routes, and all possible security vulnerabilities within the next seventy-two hours.”

(Y/n) inclined her head slightly. “Understood, General.”

He stopped abruptly, turning to face her, his eyes assessing her with scrutiny.

“There will be those aboard this ship who question your presence. Some out of ignorance, others out of resentment.” His voice was level, but his meaning was clear. “I do not concern myself with their opinions, and neither should you. If any officer openly challenges your position, you are to report it to me.”

(Y/n) met his gaze evenly. “I can handle myself, sir.”

A flicker of something, amusement, perhaps, crossed his expression before vanishing behind his usual stoicism. “Of that, I have no doubt, Umbral.”

A short pause stretched between them before he resumed walking, continuing toward the exit of the bridge. (Y/n) followed, standing just behind him to his right.

Silence settled between them, but it was not uncomfortable. It was measured, weighted with unspoken understanding.

His expression was unreadable, but (Y/n) could sense the calculation behind his silence. Whatever the Supreme Leader had demanded of him, it was not a request he would take lightly.

Her steps were measured, keeping a respectful distance behind him as they moved through the corridors of High Command. The officers they passed barely spared her a glance, their attention focused solely on their returning commander.

When they reached the secured door of his office, Hux keyed in the access code. The doors hissed open, revealing the stark, meticulously organized interior. Polished black surfaces, a large desk with a holoprojector at its center, and its own expansive viewport behind it. The room was immaculate, devoid of any unnecessary personal effects.

Hux stepped inside, barely acknowledging (Y/n) as the doors slid shut behind them. He removed his gloves methodically, placing them on the desk before tapping a sequence into the holoprojector. The device flickered to life, casting an eerie blue glow as the Supreme Leader’s form materialized before them.

The air in the room seemed to shift, thick with an oppressive weight. Even through the projection, Snoke’s presence was suffocating. His towering form loomed over them, distorted slightly by the transmission’s flickering edges.

“General Hux,” Snoke’s voice rumbled, slow and deliberate. “I trust you have not wasted my time.”

Hux straightened further, hands clasped tightly behind his back. “The Starkiller project continues on schedule, Supreme Leader. Engineering reports optimal progress, and our primary test phase is nearing completion.”

Snoke’s hollow eyes studied him, his expression unreadable. “Good. You understand the consequences should you fail.”

There was no hesitation in Hux’s response. “Yes, Supreme Leader.”

A long pause followed, tension lingering in the air like a coiled viper. Then Snoke’s gaze shifted slightly.

“You have taken an Umbral into your service.”

(Y/n), who had remained silent and unmoving, felt the weight of his attention settle on her. It was as if Snoke’s gaze pierced straight through her, as though he was dissecting her presence, her worth.

Hux’s voice remained steady. “The Covenant has assigned her to myself. She is among the highest ranks of their order.”

Snoke exhaled, a low sound that was neither approval nor disapproval. “The Covenant serves its purpose.” His gaze lingered on (Y/n) a moment longer before shifting back to Hux. “Do not let her presence become a liability.”

“I won’t, Supreme Leader.” Hux assured him.

Another silence. Then, Snoke inclined his head ever so slightly.

“Proceed with the operation. I will expect another update soon.”

The transmission cut out abruptly, the hologram dissolving into nothingness.

Hux exhaled through his nose, rolling his shoulders slightly as if shedding an invisible weight. His fingers flexed against the polished desk before he turned towards (Y/n).

“You are dismissed,” he said simply, though his gaze lingered on her for a fraction of a second longer than necessary. “Begin your reconnaissance of the Finalizer immediately.”

(Y/n) inclined her head. “Yes, General.”

Without another word, she turned and exited his office, the doors sealing shut behind her.

As she strode down the corridor, she couldn’t shake the sensation of Snoke’s gaze still lingering in the back of her mind. It was a different kind of scrutiny compared to that of the Covenant’s Grand Master, one that was less inviting and more dangerous. But perhaps it was due to their differing species.

The halls of the Finalizer were a labyrinth of sterile steel and calculated design. But to (Y/n), they were merely another environment to master. Every corridor, every bulkhead, and every access hatch had to be committed to memory. The Covenant had trained her to adapt to unfamiliar terrain with ruthless efficiency. This ship would be no different.

She moved with purpose, weaving through the bustling corridors of High Command. Officers and troopers passed her by, some sparing glances in her direction, though none dared approach. Her presence was an anomaly, a shadow among the uniformed ranks of the First Order.

(Y/n) had no doubt that rumors of her assignment had already spread. An Umbral of The Covenant personally guarding General Hux? There would be speculation. Distrust. Resentment.

None of it mattered.

She descended towards the lower decks where the layout became more complex, hallways twisting into the maintenance sectors and security control stations. 

The artificial lighting hummed faintly above, casting shadows as she turned a corner and nearly collided with a figure standing in her path.

(Y/n) stopped short, her body tensing instinctively as her gaze lifted to meet the cold, piercing eyes of Captain Voss.

His uniform was pristine, his posture rigid with military precision. There was no insignia of High Command upon his uniform, yet the authority he carried was unmistakable. He was a First Order officer through and through, one who did not believe in wasting words on pleasantries.

His eyes flickered with something unreadable as he regarded her, arms clasped behind his back. Then, after a long moment, he spoke.

“So,” he said evenly, “you’re the Umbral.”

(Y/n)’s expression remained unreadable, her posture unmoving. “Captain Voss.”

His lip curled slightly, though whether in amusement or disdain, she couldn’t tell. “You know who I am?”

“I make it a priority to recognize potential threats.”

A low, humorless chuckle left him. “Threat?” He tilted his head, scrutinizing her as though she were some curious specimen beneath his gaze. “You misunderstand, Umbral. You are the threat. An unnatural creature let loose aboard our fleet under the guise of loyalty.”

(Y/n) did not react, though his words were designed to provoke.

“Do you have a point, Captain?” she asked, her voice cool and measured.

Voss took a step closer, lowering his voice to something nearly conversational. “Only an observation,” he murmured. “You may have fooled the general into believing in your worth, but I see you for what you are.” His gaze darkened. “And I will be watching.”

They stood in silence, tension coiling in the space between them like a viper ready to strike.

Then, as if the moment had never happened, Voss stepped past her, his presence brushing against hers as he moved down the corridor.

(Y/n) remained still for a long moment, her fingers twitching at her sides. She had expected resistance. She had expected scrutiny. But Captain Voss was more than just wary. He was trouble.

The general was engaged in a discussion with one of his officers when (Y/n) stepped onto the bridge. The dull clang of her boots against the polished floor drew only the briefest of glances from the crew. Most had already grown accustomed to her presence, though unease still lingered beneath their professionalism.

Hux, however, acknowledged her arrival immediately. With a curt nod, he dismissed the officer at his side and turned his full attention to her.

“Report,” he ordered, his voice precise, leaving no room for wasted words.

(Y/n) halted before him, her posture unwavering. “The ship’s layout has been committed to memory,” she stated evenly, noting the slight raise of Hux’s eyebrows. “Critical sectors, alternative routes, access corridors, and blind spots have been accounted for. There will be no uncertainty in my movements should an incident occur.”

Hux observed her for a moment, his expression unreadable. “And?”

(Y/n)’s jaw tightened slightly. He wanted more. Not just facts. He wanted assessments.

“There are areas of vulnerability,” she continued, adjusting her stance. “Certain maintenance shafts are lacking proper security oversight. The officer quarters are positioned too closely to primary access points leading towards command sectors. An infiltration risk if not properly monitored. Additionally, there are multiple routes through the ventilation system that could allow undetected movement for someone knowledgeable enough to exploit them.”

Hux’s gaze flickered with something unreadable, though it was not dissatisfaction. If anything, there was a sharp edge of approval in his eyes.

“And what would you suggest?”

(Y/n) did not hesitate. “Increased security sweeps in blind spot regions, reallocation and brief investigation of stationed personnel in high-risk zones, and additional lockdown measures in the event of an incursion.” She tilted her head slightly. “With your approval, I can communicate this to Umbral Drenn so he can oversee these adjustments personally and I can inspect once complete.”

A slow pause. Then, Hux’s lips pressed into something almost resembling a smirk.

“Efficient,” he remarked. “As expected.”

(Y/n) inclined her head slightly, accepting the words without pride. “Was there anything else, sir?”

Hux considered her for a moment longer, as if weighing an unspoken thought.

Then, with a subtle shift in his stance, his expression cooled once more. “You encountered Captain Voss.” It was not a question.

(Y/n) met his gaze steadily. “I did.”

“And?”

“He made his position clear.”

Hux exhaled shortly, a breath that was almost amused. “I’m sure he did.” He studied her with something bordering on curiosity. “And what is your input on him?”

(Y/n) was silent for a brief moment before responding.

“Controlled in his resentment, but not without intent,” she said evenly. “He sees me as a threat. Not to the Order, but to himself.”

A flicker of something colder passed through Hux’s expression. Not anger. Not yet. Just quiet acknowledgment of what he already knew being confirmed.

“Captain Voss is an officer of the First Order,” Hux said, his tone deliberate. “But he is not your superior. He will not interfere with your duties so long as he values his position.” A pause. “However, should he become a problem… inform me.”

(Y/n) gave a curt nod. “Understood.”

Hux regarded her for a moment longer, then turned back towards the viewport, hands clasped neatly behind his back.

“Relay your findings to Umbral Drenn and see to it that these flaws are remedied immediately. Once he is informed, you are dismissed. You are quartered beside my office in room A375.”

“Will do, sir.” (Y/n) then turned and made her exit.

The cold glow of the various screens illuminated the room of the security hub, casting faint shadows across the chamber’s sleek metallic surfaces. Various officers moved with precision, their tasks carried out in controlled efficiency. The monitors along the walls displayed multiple security feeds, scanning every sector of the Star Destroyer.

(Y/n) entered without hesitation, her footsteps silent against the polished floor. 

Varo was already waiting near the holotable, arms folded as he scanned the display. He glanced up when she approached, but before either could speak, Captain Phasma strode into the room.

Her chrome armor reflected the dim lighting as she moved towards them, helmet concealing whatever expression she might have worn. The imposing stormtrooper commander carried an air of quiet authority, her presence alone demanding respect.

“I assume this is regarding the vulnerabilities you reported to General Hux,” Phasma stated, her voice even but firm.

(Y/n) met her gaze without hesitation. “Yes, Captain.” She keyed in a holographic projection of the Finalizer to expand before them, highlighting weak points (Y/n) had identified. “There are significant flaws in patrol shifts around the hangar bays, particularly during rotation cycles. Lower deck patrols leave a brief window where two sectors are completely unmanned. These are weak points that could be exploited.”

Phasma studied the projection in silence for a moment. Then she turned her helmet towards Varo. “Do you agree with these findings after your own inspection?”

Varo nodded. “I do. They’re accurate.”

Phasma’s tone remained neutral, but there was no mistaking the steel beneath her words. “Then we correct them immediately. The Finalizer’s security should be absolute, not riddled with gaps that invite disaster.” She turned back to the projection. “Who is responsible for these sectors?”

(Y/n) answered without hesitation. “Captain Voss oversees the affected sections.”

There was a brief pause. Though Phasma’s helmet concealed her reaction, the air between them grew taut. “I will deal with Voss personally,” she said at last. “In the meantime, Umbral Drenn will implement corrective measures. I expect immediate results.”

(Y/n) exchanged a glance with Varo before nodding. “I recommend patrol rotations to be altered, and surveillance coverage increased in compromised areas. High Command security will receive additional reinforcement, and the bridge will have extended guard shifts.”

Phasma inclined her head slightly. “Good. I want a full update within the next cycle.” Her gaze flicked between them, then landed on Varo. “Do not fail.”

With that, she turned on her heel and left, her cape flowing behind her.

Varo let out a quiet breath. “Well. That went about as well as expected.”

(Y/n) exhaled softly, her expression unchanged. “At least we have clearance to fix the issues.”

Varo smirked. “And the added bonus of Phasma breathing down Voss’s neck.”

A rare flicker of amusement crossed (Y/n)’s face. “Consider that a victory.”

You’re one of the most reliable doctors in the Med bay on Starkiller base, you have strong respect and good relations with your superiors as you are one of them and the only difference is due to being in the medical field. You would deliver all information and updates from the Med bay directly to General Armitage hux, everyone around you feared him and have this hesitation in them whenever it comes to seeing him, you on the other hand, have a friendly relationship with the General, every moment you spend with him was always over-analysed in your head whenever you’re back to your quarters. You have been carrying your feelings towards the General in you for a while now, you blame yourself for allowing these feelings to even surface in you. He was a powerful man who was feared by half of the galaxy, he was demanding and impatient, he also walked around with the pride and confidence that many lacked. This isn’t why you developed those feelings, you’ve always admired him for all the previously mentioned qualities, but your feelings towards him surfaced when you started interacting with him personally after your promotion. 

At first, you saw what everyone told you about him, you saw his stillness and demands, you saw the frown he always had on his face, but with time, he started to soften around you, there were multiple times where he would show you one of his rare smiles and maybe he wouldn’t scold you if you were late with your reports and even sometimes, on rare occasions you two would have a drink in his office when it was stable and quiet, you would share happy memories or even ideas about the future of The First Order with you sitting on his side of the desk close to him while he sat on his chair all comfortable. But you two have never shared your darkest parts to each other, you both have a hard time opening up to the ones around you, so you both kept those certain dark emotions locked away from each other.

So, seeing him wipe his angry tears the moment you walked in caused your heart to ache, you wanted to wrap your arms around him and stop whatever is causing this effect on him. “Your weekly report, General” You extend the arm with your papers and data pad for him to inspect, his shoulders dropped and his gaze was nowhere near your hands or your face. “Just set them down, I’ll get to it when I do” His reply was short and harsh, you can tell from the way he was looking away and how he was busying himself that he just wanted you out as soon as possible, but something in you made you speak, was it bravery or blatant foolery? You weren’t sure, but you couldn’t leave your friend in this state alone. 

“Forgive me for asking this,-“ He eyes were shot up to you, his anger still swimming around in those green eyes, like he was waiting for one small mistake from you to let his anger out on you. You swallow and turn your gaze towards his eyes. “-Are you alright?” The question felt too simple as it came out of your mouth, but how else were you going to appear non-hostile to him in this situation? Fortunately, he seemed to understand your intentions and he let out a long, deep sigh. 

“I wish I could say yes and ask you to carry on with your work but-“ He closes his eyes and rubs his temples for a short second and you decide to walk to his side of the desk and sit on the desk. You’ve been in this position with him far too many times, it has become a habit. This time he turns his chair slightly to face you and looks up at you. 

“I’m just having a tiring week, Y/n” 

You smile gently at his use of your first name instead of doctor, which means he let his guards down this time, so then he closes his eyes, inhaling a deep breath in. This time you really look at him and notice the even smaller details, under his eyes were sunken and his skin was a shade paler than usual. “Have you even slept?” You rest a hand on his shoulder, he flinches quickly before opening his eyes, but he remains silent, like he was studying you and observing your movement. The silence creeping up between you two was worrying you “Did you eat today?” You ask another question to fill in the quietness, still no reply.

You start to wonder if he is going to lash out on you for touching him, he opens his mouth to speak but his actions were faster than his words. He rolled his chair towards you before hugging your waist, you were startled at the sudden contact, your hands hovering just over his shoulder and your heart beat speeding with every second his head remains against your stomach, slowly you wrap one arm around his shoulder and one trying to comb through his gelled hair. “You should take the rest of the day off, Armitage, Maker knows you need to rest” You mumble and his grip tightens around your waist, frowning you try to move away from the desk to lean down to him, to properly hug him. “No, stay like that.” He mumbles against your stomach and you nod. 

This was too open and vulnerable for you both, you two barely shook hands and now he is on your lap holding on to you like you might disappear in any second. You somehow managed to break down some of the gel and massage his scalp with your nails, you know you’re doing a good job at it when his lets out that pleasant exhale and you look down at his hair. “You should take the rest of the day off” You repeat and this time he sighs louder and pulls away, looking up at you, his face red and his hair a bit messy, you smiled gently at him and he nods this time. “Join me for a cup of coffee?” He says too quickly, your smile grew slightly and nod. “Only if you rest.” You say and he quickly gets off of his chair, grabbing his note pad and then grabs your report and notepad, you rest your hand on his to stop him. “The report is not going anywhere, Armitage, you can see it after you rest” And with that he nods and walks towards the door, mumbling a thank you to you as you watch him go to leave the office but then he stops when the door slides open.

“Are you coming, Y/n?” He says, turning his head slightly to look at you and you smile again, walking towards him.

“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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General Hux is well, very demanding and precise with how things work around here. He would ask about them anytime you run into him. 

“When will the reports be delivered, Captain L/n” He would say the moment his eyes notice you and you would roll your eyes, flashing him a smirk of your own before bowing to him. “They will be delivered when I finish them, dear General Hugs” A mocking tone would be hidden in your words and he would always try to maintain his cold, calm demeanour, even though you can see the anger swimming in his eyes. 

Lets just say, you are the first one to not be effected by his persona, you were always out of your element around here in the Starkiller Base. You may have been here a couple of years but it still felt strange, the ranks of each person and their jobs were ridiculous to you. There was too much order and discipline for this chaotic place. You know you have to make up for it by being the chaos this place needs, that way, you’ll know the difference between yesterday and today, even if the ‘chaos’ was just jokes or going to your office with your night wear. You are the General Captain, no one can really stop you as long as you’re doing your job right -minus the reports Hux asked for-.

You were known for being the best pilot after the infamous Poe Dameron, however, you were never part of this war and yet somehow The First Order found you in one of the podracing championships and offered you a job, which you gladly accepted for the amount of money. With time and work, you became one of the most respected Pilot in the base, if not the galaxy.  

Being the general pilot of the first order can be exhausting sometimes, you get to lead and order during a battle, the pilots under you have high respect for you and admire you, but when it comes to all the paper work, your mind would just freeze and automatically stop functioning.

General Hux has always been bothered by you, your personality was never fit to be in the First Order, you would always joke around and cause a mess, you never really understood the ranks and spoke to everyone the same, you would clean ships one day and then casually attend an important meeting -oil smeared on your face and your hair being all over the place- next. Yet somehow, he found himself always searching for you and wanting to be around you. Which is what started this rivalry between you two, it always felt one sided to him. You would ridicule him whenever he came to inspect, a smile never leaving your face no matter how harsh his words are to your workspace. 

He never really made amends with the damage his previous life inflicted on him, the trauma in him remained intact inside, unfixed and his emotions at bay. He was unsure with the certain emotion he receives whenever he is around you, translating them to anger and annoyance. Seeing you act friendly and close to your colleagues boiled the blood in his veins and brought heat to his face, How could you be open to them? Why is he wishing to be in their place? Sometimes your eyes would meet in a random hall and you would flash him a gentle smile, he would feel his heart beating in his chest and his grip on the notepad tightening. His unresolved emotions would get the best him and he would just ignore you, ignoring the emotions aswell, he would notice a frown appearing in your face from the corner of his eyes and immediately takes the first sharp turn and disappear from your view, cursing himself for how unprofessional you are, and how could you have an effect on him when he barely knows you. All he knows is how messy you are, how full of life you are compared to the people that work here, how beautiful you look even with oil and- What are you doing to him?

You decided it is time to finally finish your reports and head back to your office, today has been filled with meetings, planning and you must submit the reports in order to recruit the right people for the next battle. You’ve said your hellos to your friends and to a certain grumpy General before going to your office. Being in the tired state your mind starts to wander to the certain General. You’ve had your fair share of lovers before working here, they were all easy to read and open with you, you wouldn’t call Hux your lover, but that is what you wish for. He is the complete opposite of you, neat, tidy and so put together, he is different from any person you have interacted with. He always knew what to say -even if they were harsh, but you always understood the intentions behind them-, he is smart and has earned his place in this floating ship, sometimes you would notice a softness in his eyes towards you, maybe that is your mind jumping to conclusion but you couldn’t help it. You know it is not professional to be in love with a colleague but he made it difficult not to, he planted these emotions in you since the day your eyes landed on him on your first meeting as the Captain a few years back.

Sitting down on your desk, you stared at the papers, maybe if you stared long enough they will finally be finished. Your hands pressed at your temples, fingers slightly tangling in your hair. The door of your office sliding open caught your attention but your eyes never left your desk. “I now understanding why the reports are late.” His voice pierced into your brain, shooting your head up you chuckle, hiding the embarrassment behind your facial expression. “Like I said, Hux, I’ll deliver them when I do.” Your tone reminded calm but your can feel your face heating up, he never came to your office before. He would appear whenever you are at the ship deck but never your office.

A new form of embarrassment surface in you when his eyes scanned your empty coffee cups, scattered clothes around the chair on the other side of the desk and extra pairs of shoes by your side. 

“What do you want, Armitage?” His name left your lips before you could stop yourself, you notice the small shift in his shoulders at the mention of his name. 

“I am here for the reports you so obviously aren’t fit to complete” And here we go again, usually you would absorb his words and move on, you know he is a busy man and wants everything done as soon as possible but you weren’t having them today. 

“Alright” A tight smile appear on your lips, your eyes never leaving his as you stand up, gathering the files in your hands, stacking them up neatly for him and stretching your hands towards him. “Here you go.” A fake happy tone in your voice, he stared at you, his eyes flickering between you and your stretched hands, eyeing the papers. “They’re incomplete, Captain.” He said and you laughed. “Oh but exactly! Since I am not fit to complete them! They’re all yours.” You shove the papers and walk away from your desk, a sudden anger begin to stir in your veins. 

“Excuse me?!” He manages to say to you while trying to set the files back on your desk. You ignore him as you grab your boots, getting ready to leave. “This is highly unprofessional of you! These reports are past due and we have an important miss-“ His voice rising and you roll your eyes, “Yeah yeah, save it Armitage, I’m tired and the mission is by the end of next week, I’m the one who will be leading so I’m the only one who actually needs the reports, just leave.” Your voice was calm, your body focused on tying the laces on your boots, Hux was starting to stutter, shocked at your sudden change of mood, this wasn’t how you two argued? He was the angry one, not you. 

“H- How- Captain,” He sighs, trying to keep his anger out of this situation, yours was enough. “No, I am tired, I haven’t slept properly since my last mission and my kriffing colleague won’t stop picking every little thing about me all week! I don’t understand what I’ve done wrong yet there is always something wrong” Your anger was leading your words and your feet to him, a finger pointed at his chest. He remained silent while his eyes were wide at your sudden outburst. “I have been nothing but respectful, this is my first time being past due in anything! And yet mister Armitage Hux can’t handle a small set back because he wants to shove his nose in everyones job!” The General tried to slowly raise his hands to your wrist, he wants to calm you down, he wants to talk to you, to express the emotions he can hardly understand. “Why are you such a pain in the ass to me? I have been nothing but nice! I even tried to be your friend, I tried everything and yet you still think I am below you.” Your voice broke in the end and his heart clenched at the sound of it, his eyes never left yours, noticing the sudden waters appearing in them. 

Because I love you. 

He watched your face soften, a step taking you back and away from him and he raises an eyebrow. “What did you just say?” You whisper to him, he can feel the sweat in his palms and he wonders if he said those words out loud. How could his brain process what love is? It shouldn’t be registered there, it never was, so why is he saying those words? “Nothing.” He mumbled and turned around, his hands grabbing the files again and his feet taking him towards the door. A small groan left your lips before speaking.

“Armitage, I am giving you a kriffing chance. Take it” You say as you run a hand through your hair and his shoulders drop and his feet stop, but still his back facing you. 

“But-“ He sighs and he turns to you, your body sitting on the edge of your desk, your eyes landing on his and his throat was running dry. “I said I love you” He whispers to you, he can feel the pressure of the room closing around him, his ears blocking every sound and his only focus was you, hoping that you would let this weird confession pass and everything would be back to normal by tomorrow, but the weak smile in your face begged to differ. 

He saw your mouth moving but heard nothing, he stood in his place, watching you walk towards him, your lips still moving, talking, but he couldn’t hear a single word, he wanted to but his body couldn’t register this new feeling, let alone this confession, this new exposure to vulnerability. 

“I love you too.” That was it, those three words pulled him out of his state and he can feel the pressure physically leaving his body and his body temperature returning to its normal state, he can breath again and he can hear your voice.