Imagine the STAR WARS [One Shots]

Sleepless [Hux x Reader]

Requested by diputs101! Thank you!

Request: The reader is a maintenance worker who, while doing her job, finds an injured Millicent. The reader takes care of Millicent and they bond, causing Millicent to want to stay with the reader. Over the next few days, Hux realizes that he hasn't seen his cat in ages, so he searches for her. He finally finds her, and is about to take her back with him, only to find that she won't go with him.

Warnings: the reader considers and fears murder, but not seriously.

Years ago, you'd been taught how to repair just about anything. You could throw radars, ventilation shafts, and even blasters into your area of expertise. What you hadn't trained for was fighting. Yet, every time you laid eyes on General Armitage Hux, your hand itched with the desire to throw your wrench at his head.

Your mentor and employer was a lovable giant named Ohon Jayne. He had taught you what to do when it came to military officers. You were to look them in the eye, summon your courage, and tell them exactly what was on your mind. Whatever happened, you were not to let them think themselves above you. You hadn't had the opportunity to lead Hux to believe that. He seemed to be born with that mindset, and you knew it from the moment you saw him.

When you first interacted, you did something small. It could've been that you failed to address him properly or dropped a sarcastic comment. You couldn't remember exactly. Either way, Hux overreacted. He threatened to "rip your job out of your hands." Being the level-headed person you were, you pointed out that he couldn't actually do that. The First Order hadn't hired you; they'd hired your company. He snapped back, claiming he would see that the entire company was replaced. That was ridiculous as only Snoke could do such a thing, and you told him so. So, you stayed on base and a glorious rivalry was born.

That said, Hux always seemed like he was at his wit's end whenever you were around. He was constantly tapping his fingers, muttering under his breath, or flat out insulting you. But, one time when he called you in to repair a fried holoboard, he was hysterical. Usually, his attacks were subtle, limited to snide comments directed to your intelligence, occupation, etc. This time, they were snappish and personal.

"Well, the problem is that you let the thing overheat, plain and simple," you informed him.

Hux rolled his eyes. "I don't need you to diagnose the kriffing thing, imbecile. Just fix it, for the love of the stars!"

You resisted the immediate impulse to plunge your screwdriver into his skull and gritted your teeth. "Fine, your highness. I'll fix the kriffing thing, but I think we'll both agree that we want to see very little of each other. So, to avoid unnecessary meetings, I suggest that you pay my employer to install cooling devices on your holoboards."

"I don't need your suggestions," Hux insisted. "What limited help you and your company has been able to offer has not been worth the price we're paying to keep your employer on."

You could take blows from this pompous, underfed pumpkin of a man, but the minute he began to throw dirt on Jayne was when you went ballistic. "Excuse you, sir," you hissed. "Ohon Jayne is worth more than your pathetic cult could hope to pay, and you should be grateful that he would condescend to offer his services to it. He's the man who keeps the place running, after all. Maybe he should be general."

Hux rubbed his forehead as though the sound of your voice was the cause of every migraine in the galaxy. "Get out of my sight," he instructed. "And tell Jayne to send one of his more respectful employees."

You packed up your tool bag and offered an artificially sweet smile. "Nothing would make me happier, Armitage. Jayne will gladly send someone that will kiss up to you. That's essentially what you're asking for. Goodbye."