General Hux x Reader One-Shots

Never A Good Time

Summary: Your sudden promotion to Commander by Supreme Leader Ren creates tension between yourself and your military counterpart, General Hux. 

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Starbursts of red light lit up the dark room. Your opponent circled you. You could feel it in the force and the deep-seated tension shrouding the room. The pull of movement encircled you like a rope, working from elbow to stomach to elbow again. His gentle steps made staccato tapping sounds and his controlled breathing was like a treasure map leading to his location. The overwhelming darkness exacerbated your other senses, making site unnecessary. Regardless, you saw better with the force than your eyes.

A burst of red illuminated the space above your head and you dropped to a crouch, dodging the attack. His masked face flashed through the light and disappeared. Leaning back on your hands, you kicked up, driving your feet into his knees, sending him tumbling backward.

His lightsaber went dark as he crashed to the floor. It clattered against the tile, rolling away. You breathed in and called it to you. It smacked your hand and ignited on touch.

Leaping up, you ran at him, shoving your foot in his chest. His prone form lay sprawled in front of you. He groaned and panted as you held both lightsabers to his neck, singing his sleeves.

"Yield," He held up his hands, away from the burning touch of the lightsabers. Smoke billowed above him from the scorched material. "I yield."

You tossed the lightsaber down his way and he snatched it out of the air.

Fluorescent lights ignited above you. Ringlets of white clouded your vision as you blinked away the shock of the sudden brightness.

Reaching down to your partner, you heaved him up from the floor before turning to the main door.

General Hux stood, commandeering as ever, just inside the training room. His hands were locked behind his back and head held high.

He had no high opinion of the Knights of Ren. You sensed the boiling distaste and distrust in his silent form. His shoulders tensed and lip twitched, waiting for something.

With a hissing click, you pulled your mask from your face. Hair dragged across your nose as you mask caught on sweat and grime on its way up. Rubbing the sweat from your eyes, you passed the mask to your partner, understanding the General intended to speak with you. His eyes had yet to leave you. The only change in his gaze was a raised brow as your mask came away from your face.

"Yes, General?" You locked your lightsaber at your side and headed towards the entrance. The sweat lingering on your temple slid down your face, coating your armor. Your hair had slipped out of place under your mask so you hurriedly wrapped it out of your face.

"Are you Y/L/N?" Hux pursed his lips at your disheveled appearance. A path of blood trickled from your cheek onto your mouth from a vicious hit you'd sustained before knocking your opponent to the ground. Licking it from your lips, you walked out of the room past the General.

"Where are you dragging me?" You turned and dragged at hand across the hit of your saber to remind him who you were.

"I expect you answer properly when I speak to you," Hux looked down at you. The exhaustion in his eyes shown in his sunken cheeks and gloomy under eye circles.

"I don't answer to you, Hux," You strummed your weapon and smirked when he shot a glance downwards at your side. Hux met your eyes again and a shuttered slips down your spine.

"You somehow succeeded in becoming less respectful," He stormed past you, motioning for you to follow.

"Bastard," You hissed under your breath. Hux gazed back with a knowing look and snapped in your direction. "Don't snap at me like I'm one of your mindless Stormtroopers."