Hello! May I Please Request A General Hux X Reader Where He Ends Up Crash Landing On An Isolated Planet

Hello! May I please request a General Hux x reader where he ends up crash landing on an isolated planet and barely surviving until the reader, who is a Grey Jedi if you’d like, nurses him back to health (aside from his typical annoyance no matter what), with a bunch of tension and feelings if possible? Thank you! Can’t wait to see more of your works! ❤️

A/N: My first request of 2020, and my first request on this page! Some slight TROS spoilers but pretty vague. Maybe I will make a part two??? It was a lot of fun writing this one, enjoy! 

Breathe…

Just breathe…

Silence.

Peace. 

Y/n remained still, hands folded in their lap. Your eyes remained closed as the rocks surrounding you suspended in the air. The planet only had few inhabitants, y/n included, but it was nice. It was the perfect climate to continue training. Then suddenly, a crash. 

Eyes open. The rocks that were once suspended around you hit the ground in a thud. You, however, slowly floated down landing softly on your feet. In the horizon you could see the smoke rising from the crash site. Curious, you made your way to the crash, hand hovering over your lightsaber just in case things went awry. 

The first thing you see is ginger hair, then you see an insignia on their shoulder. Your first instinct is to defend yourself against the First Order officer, but then you see the blood. They were gripping onto their side, you could tell that they were seriously injured. 

“Here…let me help you,” You say softly, reaching forward to help them up but you were met with their other arm swatting you away.

“I’m perfectly capable of getting up, thank you very much” they insisted. You rolled your eyes at their incompetence before grabbing them from their armpits to get them out of the ship. “My camp is not too far from here, that needs to be tended to,” you said as you helped them get to their feet. “I’m F/N L/N, what’s yours?”

“General Armitage Hux…or I was, before I was sent to this godforsaken spit of a planet,” he said, limping alongside you.

The time it took to return to camp was spent in silence mostly, him not wanting to explain much more about himself. Which was fair, as you didn’t tell him much about yourself either. 

Hux groaned as you set him down on the makeshift cot you made for him, pulling up your medkit. “I’m going to have to look at your wound, you’re going to have to undress,” you said simply. Hux cocked an eyebrow, “Stars, I just met you and now you want me to take off my shirt? I’d rather not,”

So goddamn stubborn. Fantastic. My eyes cannot roll much further behind my head.  

“You want to die? Because if I don’t help you, that is going to get infected,” you said sternly, crossing your arms. If he was going to be like this all the time, it was going to be tough. Hopefully she doesn’t kill him by the end of this.

It took some time, but Hux did eventually simmer down and allow you to tend to his wounds. It didn’t take long after when he laid himself down and passed out.

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A few days had passed, and you and Hux grew a little closer after the little spats every once in a while over miniscule things. His hand went over his side where he was bandaged up before looking up to see you doing some exercises with your lightsaber on a tree stump nearby. Perhaps he was starting to grow fond of you? There were very few that knew him outside his cold exterior, but that was because that was how he wanted it. Did that mean he had gone soft? 

After all, he was now a nobody, so he had to move on after all the work he had put in to create a name for himself. Perhaps this was the way he was going to start this new life.

Hux walked up to y/n as they trained, making sure that he didn’t startle you while you were swinging your saber. You stopped what you were doing and looked at Armitage, jumping off the stump to be at his level. “Yes? Is there something you needed?” you asked, holstering your lightsaber. 

“I just wanted to say…thank you,” he said, his hand going up and down his side, “I know it might not have sounded like I appreciated it before, but I don’t think anyone else would have done that for me,”

You gave a small nod, “Not many would,” 

“One of these days, I’ll show you my gratitude,”

Fools

Summary: You go to see Loki in prison after his attempt to destroy Midgard.

Pairing: Loki x reader

Word Count: 839

Warnings: None. Wee bit of angst if you squint.

A/N: So this is a short Loki thing i wrote. hope yall like it, pls leave feedback!

You took a deep breath as you stood at the entrance for the dungeons. The prisoners were staring at you weird, and you could understand why. You were dressed in formal attire, like how you always were in the castle. You were a noble’s daughter, and you had never been down here before. You were more out of place than you had figured.

His cell was different from everyone else’s, of course. Whatever his crimes may be, he was a prince, Frigga’s son. There was no way she’d let him be kept in any place lesser than this. Your heart jumped as you looked at him. He was lying on the sofa, reading a book that he held up to his face.

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Like a whole new beginning

A/N: This is my first official try at a request sent in by @sdavid09 I love you so much!!! and I am sorry for making this so short and so bad. I hope you like it anyway.

Prompt:  Perhaps a fluffy Loki one where he finds and rescues a cute little kitten???

Word count: 1144

Warnings: None!!!

Loki Laufeyson x reader

Everyone loves kittens right? I mean who wouldn’t? they are just a small and cute little bundle of fur with way to big eyes that makes them look like teddy bears. But cats have a temper too, and they are very strict when it comes to their likes and dislikes. Maybe that’s why Loki felt so drawn to them? His brother had often used it as a way to get on his nerves. Saying how much he resembled a cat in the way he carried himself and how he spends most of his days coped up in his room, reading. Loki had always found this as one of the most overused “insults” his brother had up his sleeve, but seeing how he now found it to be true he didn’t mind anymore. Much to Thor’s dismay.

It was a dull day. He had read all the books he had, twice, and was now laying on the bed, facing the ceiling and throwing some trinket in the air repeatedly while catching it. Just throwing, and catching. Throwing, and catching. He was still not trusted to go outside alone, which was understandable considering his previous actions. He would however, accompany his brother to what the midgardians called a “store” when he ran out of those god awful toaster pastries he loved so much.

Today was such a day. Thor was in dire need of a sugar rush and had therefore asked Loki to come with him, knowing his brother he thought it best to offer him as much. Otherwise he might try something funny if he was ignored for too long, it had happened before after all. On one of the first quests of pastries, Loki had on the way found a little rundown building with books in the window. He had later found out that it was a bookstore, and he made it a quest for himself to go with Thor on his pastry runs, only to later get some new books. Thor had found this as a good way of rewarding his brother for being “good”. He goes with him to get pop tarts, and Thor goes with him and get a new supply of books he can keep himself busy with until next time. It might not be ideal for a plan in the long run, but it worked for now and that was all that mattered.

It had been a few years since that first time, and against the majority of the Avengers wishes, he had now gotten the permission to go outside by himself. But only short amounts of time and he had to have some sort of tracking device on him at all times. Not that Loki minded. He could go out for new books whenever he wanted and he could take short strolls to clear his head. Today was one of those days. He wandered aimlessly on the concrete path. The sun was starting to set which made it the perfect time for him. Not to many people, but at the same time not completely dark either. The wind had stopped and the only sound to be heard was the faint hum from the lake a few paces away.

He stopped to take in the scenery. It had been a long time since he had had the time to do that. Thinking back, it must have been around the time before Thor’s coronation. Before everything had changed. Where did he go wrong? He thought about many things. But the strongest thought he had, was a wish. A wish for him to go back in time and be able to bid his mother a proper goodbye.

A faint rustle of leaves had interrupted his thoughts. He looked down, but was unable to find the source of the sound. Until he looked deeper into the densely grown bushes. Between two of the leaves he found a pair of eyes. At  first he had thought it to be some kind of midgardian bug, but the further the little creature moved into the light, the more he could see what it was. A little cat. It was probably one of the smallest kittens he had ever seen, it fit in the palm of his hand, the soft white fur tickling his skin. Something wasn’t right though. The cat, even as it seemed to look at him, it was more as it looked right through him.

Loki took a closer look at the cats eyes. At first they just seemed to be normal blue cat eyes.That’s when he noticed it. The cat’s eyes where glossy and was seemingly covered with a layer of something gray. He had seen such eyes before, but not on a cat. The elders of Asgard had often developed such eyes with time, and at a young age he learned that this was a sign of blindness. The poor thing was blind. Which also explained as to why it was creeping its way in the bushes all alone at this hour. It must have been abandoned by its mother when she found out it had a disability, and would be a burden to take care of. He knew it was the laws of nature, but it seemed so cruel. The little kitten hadn’t done anything wrong.

Loki once again found himself relating to the tiny animal. He too, had been abandoned at a young age and he understood the pain that came with it well. That feeling of being a disappointment to everyone and not being good enough, no matter how hard you try. after standing there and holding the little kitten close for a while, Loki made a decision. He was going to take care of it. He would show this poor kitten that the world isn’t all bad. He would show it, how even if the odds are against you, it doesn’t matter. He would show the kitten everything that he wasn’t. Like love (not from his father’s side anyway), and magic. Maybe he could help the kitten to see again? or at least make it a bit easier for him?

Loki didn’t know what the future had in store for him. He didn’t know if he ever would be forgiven for his mistakes and accepted for who he was. But one thing he did know. He would always have this little kitten, and the kitten would always have him. For Loki vowed then and there to never repeat his father’s mistake. He would not leave the kitten alone in this world like he had been. He would make sure that it had everything it could ever want, but most of all, he would made sure it felt safe and loved. It would be like a whole new beginning. For both of them, together.

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Sky Full Of Shooting Stars | Part I

Summary: You work for First Order and happen to be in a secret relationship with General Hux himself. When you find out some certain thing about your beloved man, you start to be seriously afraid of his life, and your own as well. Trying to come up with a backup plan, you show him all of affection and love he can get from you. Will the two of you survive the upcoming events?

Warnings: smut, tros spoiler

Words: 4006

Authors: Cass & Rouge

Soft, plate glass of long, metal table at which they sat shone in a light derived of a glowing sticks hanging under the ceiling.

Atmosphere was thick like a mist that could be cut with a sharp blade of knife.

Kylo Ren stood on the head of the table, his back facing all the people gathered in the room.

Hux cleared his throat a little and looked around the room, his eyes landed on you. He sent you a little smile, just a brief curl of his narrow lips, and soon his glance moved to General Pryde. Hux sent him a frown. Hux’s eyes were initially glued to your figure.

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hi!!!! could i request a Hux x reader where hux actually does leave with reader and the falcon? thanks bruv ugh they did hux dirty in ros 😔😔😔

AN: Anon, they did do our boy dirty. It’s been a while since I wrote anything so let’s see if I can actually still do it. I’m gonna throw it under a read more as it’s quite long. I hope you enjoy it! Thank you for requesting!  Rise of Skywalker Spoilers in here…

WC: 2.9K

“We have a spy in our ranks,” Ren announced before aggressively slamming the severed head onto the black pristine surface. The clear verdant blood seeping from the jagged neck wound.

All members of The First Order High Command exchanged uncomfortable glances, yourself included. You sat to the right of Allegiant General Pryde, a vicious man with ice-cold eyes and eerily pale skin.

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For the First Order - Part 2

Fandom: Star Wars

Pairing: Reader x Armitage Hux

Warnings: This contains SPOILERS for TROS and smut

A/N: I had to do a part two both for myself and all those who requested it lol, this is more gratuitous smut than it is plot lmao.

Word Count: 1.7 k           Read Part One

You had landed on Ithor in a covered part of the jungle to keep your First Order ship hidden, Hux helped you relax until you gained your strength back. He realized you would have to go into town without him since your outfit had no direct First Order relation and he had badges and patches and pins galore that screamed he was a General. A weird perk to having been stripped of your ranks aside from the title.

It didn’t take long to find a place to live in, you unloaded the ship of all necessities and then pushed it with the force into a deep lake inside the forest where no one would ever find it. You both get on the speeder you had purchased and ride to your new house. It’s strange having all these new things and possessions, all this stuff that was yours and not just First Order issued necessities and living quarters.

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