His Pet: Armitage Hux X Reader

Chapter 9 Dreams

Days turned into weeks as she didn't see him again. This didn't bother her at first as she didn't exactly enjoy the man's company. But the time alone led her back to thinking of him. She took to wondering what exactly he did and also what he wanted from her. But those thoughts quickly grew boring and she began to daydream about being in another place.

In her fantasizing she couldn't help but imagine the trooper there and even a droid or the General himself. It was strange but it was almost fun to try to paint them in a different light. Happy with hobbies and jobs. Silly fantasies and make believe but there wasn't much else to do. Sometimes she tried folding paper into things. Once a ship flew by her window causing her to draw it excitedly for hours.

Something she did look forward to now was sleeping. As she became more restless her dreams became more vivid and for short times she could be out of the room. Usually it was just walking down the halls endlessly barefoot but curious. She walked carelessly happy to wander freely even if the black halls never went anywhere. They never did but far off urging her to go on were what was almost like the faintest whispers of voices.

It wasn't a clear voice. But almost like someone two rooms away had whispered, something about it getting picked up and sensed. How she wished these voices would speak up. As days went on she wanted the halls to end and to find something in the bleak halls. After maybe a week she finally did.

The General stood down the hall behind her and spoke making her stop.

"Pet you're a rather curious one."

She span around to see him startled taking a step away scared to be dragged back to her room. But he held no intention of doing so simply standing there hands behind his back watching her at a distance. His face though fairly emotionless wasn't tense with annoyance. Almost like he was relaxed. This was confusing and made her more curious about the halls and what could make him look that way around her.

But then she would wake up and he would be gone. Such strange dreams held little sense. Some of them were of him simply standing there at the end of the hall sometimes not even looking at her. Others were the frozen memory of her face in his hand sharp icy eyes capturing her into his gaze unable to move. Each night or sleep cycle as she wasn't sure which was which brought him closer.

He always spoke nonsense.

"Today is a day."

"You look filthy."

"Drawing? Why not."

He always sounded relaxed and amused when he did then taking a step towards her. Every night he drew closer and she would wake with a start clutching her chest terrified. Were these nightmares? 

She wasn't sure. Sometimes they were almost pleasant just the peace and quiet of the hall and other times that quiet was terrifying. Like he was a snake waiting for her to stray too close to his end of the hall and she'd be snatched and devoured horribly.

But even still his ever drawing steps almost excited her. What would happen when he finally reached her? Could she even run away? At first she refused to find out. But as days dragged into weeks curiosity got the better of her.

Seeing him in dreams at least gave her some semblance of seeing another person which made her begin to look forward to it. Spread out atop her bed in her soft dress she tossed and turned in her sleep the fabric wrapping around her body as she gasped.

Another nightmare. But this time his hands were on her grabbing her at random and whispering things she couldn't here. Scared but also tensing at every touch starved for it she felt powerless but also ecstatic to feel a hand on her. It blurred fast making seeing anything clearly difficult the only thing not dazed out was his sharp gaze eyes trained on her like glowing spotlights that pulled her in closer.

Sitting up as she gasped awake her whole body shook, sweating as she realized what she had dreamt about. Heart pounding she tried to bring herself to be repulsed but could only feel the heat in her face as she flushed in self embarrassment. Pulling her legs into her she ignored her arousal burying her face into her pillow refusing to believe that any of that had happened at all.

The weeks that passed had effected Hux's work schedule. Ren seemed intent on belidgering him every chance he got to see how the prisoner was doing. She seemed more and more a waste of resources by the day. Knowing he was only pestering him to get a rise out of him he ignored it simply taking reports from the troopers that brought her food.

She was fine. Always fine. Nothing less nothing more. It was good that she was fine in fact great. It meant he could finally stop worrying over the stupid thing and go back to bringing his full attention over his station and responsibilities. There was always something to do and these past few weeks had been more stressful and tedious than usual.

Endless problems endless raid and endless lack of resources had him up to his neck in business and oversight. Unlike Ren he saw too many things himself as it was afterall his entire army he had built from scratch himself. He prided himself on that and refused to ever let that be taken from him.

Unfortunately the stress and overwork took its toll and he grew bags under his eyes. It did not go unnoticed as an official off handedly remarked as they looked over weapon schematics.

"Sir. You've done enough. You should rest."

 He waved them off quickly as he pinched the bridge of his nose but knew they were very right. He said nothing but avoided thinking on why he wasn't sleeping. Strange dreams had been bothering him for many days now. He had written them off as stress and undersleeping but they only seemed to get worse which in turn made his sleep worse.

Images of his father haunted him which made him wonder why sudden guilt would come back. He felt zero remore for having him killed and often wished he had done it himself. This made him angry and he would curse the image of his father refusing to listen before suddenly things would change.

It would be soft and he would be laying atop what felt like a soft bed deep in thick blankets. It was warm with soft lighting that immediately made him feel like he was waking on a carefree sunday morning. And beside him would be the figure of a woman who slept soundly beneath his arm face peaceful yet unidentifiable. When he woke he would immediately forget the brushing them off as silly and pointless.

One night as he dreamt the woman finally rolled over to his surprise as he came face to face with the wide terrified eyes that had burned into his mind. She looked shocked and to his bafflement her expression softened like she was seeing someone that made her truly happy.

Her hand reached up to touch his face her fingertips ripping him awake with a start. Looking around his ceiling wildly for a moment he finally realized what was happening. Shoulders tensed he gripped at his sheets in a private moment of shock and remorse.

Stupid. Stupid stupid Hux. He cursed himself as his feelings slowly turned to that of self loathing and rage. Burning in his chest he swore out loud to himself before burying his face into his hand. This thing somehow in someway had crept into his mind.

What a weak man I must be. He mused to himself. He refused to be weak. And emotion made all weak. Ren being a prime example of that. But he refused to be absolutely anything like that at all he wasn't a shred as irrational and idiotic as he was. 

Huffing to himself cradling his head in his hands a moment he sighed once again wondering why any of this mattered. Pinching his nose bridge again he sighed before muttering to himself.

"Stupid girl."

After another moment his hand smoothex over his tired eyes before resting against his mouth, he murmured into his palm.

"I just want to sleep."