Geeky Imagines

Working Late ( Hux x reader )

You would do anything for your general. Even if it meant working late during weeks when his schedule was slammed. It was a constant bombardment of boring written messages in different languages to translate, order forms, schedule fixes, research, and mission updates. 

It was all a tired blur of things at this point, and you found yourself re-reading words up to seven times before recognizing them as English. You shook your head trying to re-focus yourself, but your thoughts roamed to your bed, the crisp, clean sheets, warm, soft...

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The general was walking back towards his office from Kylo's quarters, completely exasperated. The commander was most certainly not happy to have been disturbed that late at night, and it took longer for Hux to get the simple answer he needed through all of the sassy remarks he was given. 

As the doors to his quarters slid open he gave an audible sigh, shrugging off his great coat, and loosening his collar. He walked towards his home office, where Y/N was continuing her work. The order had strict rules around 'official working hours' so their loophole was working in his home office. 

He had furnished it to suite that purpose, he had a large desk that she could sit on the other side of when she did stay late to help him, which was surprisingly often. He had no idea why she insisted on helping him, but he did know one thing for certain - without her help he'd never be able to get everything done.

Hux's thoughts were disrupted and he was brought to a halt , as he saw her usually straight posture slouched forward onto the desk. her long hair had been removed from its bun, and was spread all over her work. Her hands were beside her head, and the one that was over her datapad still limply held the stylus she had been writing with.

She looked so peaceful. As Hux strode over to her he felt such a swell of affection for her that he felt as though his chest might burst. He didn't understand why a single person could make him feel such incredible emotion. 

She completely bewildered him everyday, and he had never in his life, cared for someone the way he cared for her. Since the day he had met Y/N He had felt an immense urge to protect her, and in her he had sensed a kindred-spirit.

She was the sole person he knew that genuinely enjoyed his company. He felt safe with her. He trusted her. She confused him, yet made him feel strong.

Hux reached out a hand and brushed her hair behind her ear, and out of her face. This was the first person that had always, without fail been able to make him laugh, and smile everyday. She was his best, and only true friend.

Rather abruptly, he realized how creepy he would seem if she woke up to see him staring, and he withdrew his hand that he had absentmindedly been combing through her hair. 

He straightened up, returning to his angular posture. His composure now fixed, he glanced down, clearing his throat, looking at her. No response. He gently shook her shoulder, and called her name a couple times.  Still she slept.

He realized just how exhausted she must have been and his skin prickled slightly with guilt. She had stayed so late, just to help him... It would be wrong to wake her up now... But it wouldn't be right to leave her sleeping there...

Making his decision, he walked up behind her chair, scooped his arm under her legs, and picked her up bridal style, carrying her out, and into his bedroom. He pulled back the blankets of his bed to lay her down, and removed her uniform jacket ((CALM DOWN THERE IS A BLACK UNDERSHIRT UNDERNEATH)) and tucked her in gently.

Hux had never been happier to sleep on the couch.