Arkanis Wine (General Hux x Reader)

Chapter 6: Winter Waltz

TW: NSFW Content Ahead, mention of death, Hux being well Hux, Dom/Sub, etc.

A/N: This whole fanfiction was inspired by this tiktok that I saw back in the day. So if you want to see the song that is referred to scroll down to the bottom and I'll include a screenshot of it with the tag, so if you want to listen you can search it up!! Along with the dress I have a dress that we wear to the ball. Enjoy!!!

Drip. Drip.

The hot water slid down the glass of your shower, as you got ready for the Officer Ball. The memories of yesterday swirled inside your mind. With each seeming to send you into a greater spiral the more you focused on them. Even though it was just mere hours ago, it all seemed like an eternity.

The feeling of the Supreme Leader's power coursing through your body. The lie you and kylo now held amongst yourself. The potential he saw in you. The blood dripping down for Hux's lip caused by your lifelong friend... the closeness of his body...

"Stop." you said out loud making your thoughts come to a halt. If there was one thing you weren't going to do it's allow yourself to view General Hux as anyone more than the dick leader of the First Order.

'This is so stupid. Why am I even going? It's not like I have a date or even a reason to celebrate. I should be working. Trying to better the weapon... not dancing around like everything is perfect.' you thought as you threw your hair into a half up hairstyle popular amongst your home planet.

However, as you looked in the mirror you couldn't help but be taken back by who stood in front of you. This was different from the girl who was in front of the mirror a few days prior. She was defeated and worthless. Now you stand with more purpose and determination.

As you stared at your reflection, you ran your hand across the silver gown that you had specifically made for tonight. It trailed the beaded design that looked like tree branches covered in white snow. Inhaling deeply, you turned to leave for the ball unsure of what laid ahead.

The Officer Winter Ball was being held in the main indoor auditorium where most of the broadcasts took place out of. Traveling down the halls of Starkiller, it seemed as if everyone stopped to stare as you passed them. At one point you even seemed to distract a pair of Stormtroopers.

As you came across the large arched entrance, you began to doubt your choice to come. You went to turn back but a large party of Officers was directly behind you. Leaving you with no choice, but to go into the venue.

Your breath was taken away, as you saw the scenery of the auditorium. It looked nothing as it typically did while being televised. Instead of cold metal walls, it looked as if a snowstorm had blown through. The room was illuminated with a slight blue and white hue. What looked like icicles were hanging all throughout the ceiling, sparkling when the light hit them. The typical red and black First Order Insignia was found in a silver coloring all throughout the room.

A crowd of beautifully extravagant looking higher ups filled the room leaving very little open space. You had never seen so many exquisite looking dresses and expensive suits that looked like they came from the old city of Naboo. Looking down at your silver ball gown, you wondered if it was enough.

When you looked up towards the crowd, you found at least a dozen pairs of eyes upon you. With every person you passed, they seemed to stare and exchange whispers. Frantically, you searched to find a familiar face. At this point you would take anyone, but the more you searched the smaller you felt. You were in a sea of people in which you knew no one, but yet they seemed to all know you.

Pushing your way through the crowd, you found an empty corner away from the bustling crowd. Everyone went back to their business after a minute, paying no attention. There you sat watching the mass of strangers interact with one another. All seemingly faked conversations that included small talk intertwined with their accomplishments before moving onto the next person.