#hux reader insert

most terribly

pairing: armitage hux x reader

warnings: none

words: 472

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“Remember, when you land to send me a message to let me know you’ve made it safely,” Hux says in a low voice. 

“I know.”

“Don’t be rash either. You have a nasty habit of talking back to your superiors, but I won’t be there to–”

“Hux, I know.” His face softens just a bit, enough for you to notice a difference this close to him, but give nothing to the people giving you two a wide berth. “I’m not stupid.”

“Could’ve fooled me,” he says dryly. He watches with a sharp eye at the men loading your bags to the shuttle. “I still don’t know why you’re being transferred,” Hux grumbles. There’s a nervous energy about him, making miniscule creases in his otherwise immaculate uniform as he shifts where he stands. You sigh. 

“I don’t either,” you admit. “If you don’t know why, then it must’ve come from really high up.” The message that you would be moved to the Supremacy came a few hours ago, and was followed by another saying it was to be immediate. You had rushed to pack what you had, only sending Hux a brief message covertly asking him to meet with you in your quarters, but when he arrived, he was just as confused as you. He left to inquire around, but came up short, and decided to meet you back at the hangar. “You don’t think that–”

“There is no way anyone would know about this arrangement,” he says sharply, but it’s clear he’s thought about it as well. He frowns when someone fumbles with your bag, but his eyes snap back to yours. You wish you could take his hand in yours. “But it is best to still remain discreet.” You nod. “That unfortunately means no unsanctioned holocalls and no message out of place,” Hux sighs. 

“What about your comm line?” you ask softly. 

“It would be risky,” he says. “I believe it would be best if I were the one to contact you, not the other way around.” Now it was your turn to frown. Hux was notoriously awful at initiating first contact, but you know he’s right. His schedule was more erratic than yours was. Hux drops his shoulders as he gives you a tender look. “I will keep inquiring about the purposes of your transfer. Since you work directly under me, it would not seem out of place I’m asking why my officer was transferred without my approval or say.” You nod. A trooper calls for you. Your bags are all packed and the shuttle was ready to go. You turn back to Hux. 

“I’ll miss you,” you say softly as you salute him. Hux gives you a curt nod as the stone cold mask slides back on, but his eyes remain soft for you. 

“And I, you. Most terribly.”

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A/N: This is kind of short, sorry! I’m also not sure why, but it’s gender neutral?

Requested by @lenina-phasma

“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.

pairing: armitage hux x princess!reader

warnings: sexy smooches

words: 640

a/n: so like actually this is from an au i haven’t shared yet because it’s so ridiculously self-indulgent. its an arranged marriage au with hux and princess reader and I KNOW this isn’t what you were probably looking for bc he is a bastard but it just manifested itself like this ok

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“Armitage–!” 

“Shhh.” 

Nearly as soon as Hux had gotten a chance, he had stolen you away to a secluded corner and absolutely pounced on you, pressing searing kisses against your throat as his hands wandered all over, snagging on the delicate beading and decorative trim of your gown. Every now and then, he gives you flitting kisses on your red-stained lips before dipping back down. It’s absolutely indecent. 

“Armitage, someone will find us–” He cuts you off with a filthy kiss before pulling back the tiniest bit. 

“Only if you keep talking,” he mumbles against your lips. Hux runs his hands up your back before he cups your face and pushes you against the wall, his hot tongue darting out to meet yours as he swallows your moans. “Unless you want to get caught?” he whispers in between kisses. 

“No,” you gasp out. Your gown is much to heavy and stifling and you wish Hux would drag you to his quarters to strip you out of it, but there’s meetings and dinners you have to go to in order to keep up appearances and make sure you’re still in the First Order’s good graces and worthy to be the General’s wife. It’s been far too long since you’ve seen Hux beyond the holovids and conferences. The Order came first in his list of priorities, but whenever you were with him, at least you came first. Usually multiple times. 

“Good girl,” Hux says, and he dives back to attack your throat with fervor. He loved marking you up, knowing that your handmaidens would have to work double time to cover them up and keeping it a secret between you and him. Your time with him is limited despite being married, and you already know that there are guards looking for you and lieutenants looking for Hux. So you pull him closer to you, not minding that he’s stepping and dirtying the hem of your dress as you soak in his body warmth. You close your eyes and tilt your head up, baring as much of your neck as you can, and you nearly miss the soft clearing of someone’s throat. Hux doesn’t miss it, but he keeps his face against the column of your throat. “What is it, Lieutenant Mitaka?” he growls out, the grip on your waist tightening. Your face burns with embarrassment at being caught, but you are glad it’s just Mitaka. He was one of the nicer ones.

“Um, sorry to, uh, interrupt, sir,” Mitaka stammers, “but everyone is looking for you and– and the Princess, um hello, Your Highness–” he says, but squeaks and shuts his mouth when Hux shoots him a venomous glare. You give him a small wave. 

“Hello, Lieutenant,” you say. “We’ll be out in a moment. Keep the others occupied for us, will you?” you request, and Mitaka nods and takes that as a sign to scamper away. You reluctantly push Hux away, pulling out a small compact mirror to fix your lipstick and observe the quickly darkening marks on your neck. “You are a menace, Armitage,” you note, frowning. You’re going to be late to your next meeting so that you can cover all of them. You look up at him to berate him more, but stop short as you stifle a laugh. 

“What?” he asks. All the menace from being interrupted has melted away as he smooths his hair down. You turn your compact around so that he can see his face. “Oh.”

“I think red is your color, General,” you tease. The color has transferred onto his bruised lips and smudged over his chin. He looks just the slightest miffed, but he pulls you close to him as plants another kiss on you. 

“I think,” he murmurs, low and softly, “we should cancel the meeting. What do you think?” 

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