Demoted (Hux X Reader)

Dirty Talk

A/N

Another chapter I was planning on scrapping for various reasons. Couldn't really put it together- but fuck it. Here it is. I really wanted to build on a few separate but necessary details before getting into the more important plot of- well not next chapter, but the one after that. I should have done more character(s) development earlier to save myself from this issue- but like I mentioned, I wasn't thinking this would get into anything deeper than a "bang me berate me please, General Hux" kind of story. <-I'm kidding... maybe. 🚩

I'm aware that this chapter doesn't flow as neatly as what I usually do. But not all chapters have to be bangers (pun intended)

Let's get into another not so typical day in space 🪐

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FUCK
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One week later

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"I don't see a reason to make a contract with this transport company. They don't have enough credentials to back up their claims." I slap the physical folder closed, dropping it on the table. "Besides, who uses paper anymore? It's so unprofessional."

"Then it's settled." Hux leans back in the chair across from my desk. "We will keep searching for a more suitable company. Until then, we'll just have to deal with whatever bullshit comes our way. I hate how unreliable our current contractors have become recently."

"Let me finish up these weekly orders before start searching. I can start compiling data in about an hour or so." I sip my latte, sliding the folder away to the corner of my desk.

"I'll have Captain Foskett get started with this." Hux takes the folder and stands up. "I have a favor to ask of you."

"A favor? Not an order?"

Hux tilts his head with a smirk. "Well... it isn't like you can say no to me. I'm just trying to be nice about what I'm going to ask you to do."

"I'm... genuinely worried." I start blushing, thinking of what favor it could be for him. Is it sexual? I just ate breakfast. I don't want to get sick. I look up at him all flustered at what he said. "Does it require me getting on my knees?"

Hux scoffs out a small laugh, cheeks immediately going pink. "I wish it were, Schatzi." He wanders around my desk, gloved fingers running along the top of it. He stares at the desk in thought, only inches away from me. "We have some special guests boarding our ship. I need you to greet them, escort them around- make sure they stay in line." He looks up at me with a very serious expression, green eyes practically glaring at me about the importance of his request.

"What makes them so special that a Colonel needs to be their personal concierge?" I lean close to him, tugging at his uniform jacket just to be near him. I just love how warm he could be, and I also love when he stands over me like this.

"No. You'll be anything but their concierge. I need you to make sure our guests don't run around terrorizing First Order Personell... or break shit. I need you to babysit Ren's entourage of Knights."

I let go of his jacket and raise my eyebrows. "Babysit?"

Hux kneels down to my level, hand still on the desk to steady him. "I know it is beneath your rank, but I only trust you with this task. You know when to put others in their place, regardless of their power. I know you won't let them bully their way around the ship. I also know that Ren respects you enough to not let them hurt you. What do you say?"