I KNOW.

I KNOW.

general hux x doctor!reader

[TROS SPOILERS]

word count: 709

a.n.: kk imagine if the blaster shot wasn’t fatal and he survived. another fine addition to my doctor!reader fics while i finish up the next part of The Captive and all of my other requests. merry christmas if you celebrate!

warnings: angst

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“Patch him up quickly, he’s supposed to be heading to interrogation, Pryde wants him dead.”

“What? Dead? Mitaka, I’m not sure I’m following.”

“Ask him yourself, looks like he’s waking up now.”

General Hux’s ginger lashed fluttered open only to see two blurry figures hovering over him. As the shock wore off, the wound in his abdomen flared with pain. He must have gotten knocked out by the impact of him falling on the ground, a concussion starting to ache in the back of his skull. Without his greatcoat he was uncomfortably cold, and a mysterious breeze kept him shivering.

“Thank you for bringing him to me, I’ll fix him up. Come back in an hour.”

“Yes ma’am.”

One of the figures disappeared from his vision and he closed his eyes again. Hux realized that the breeze was coming from his body being wheeled on a gurney at intense speed, his final destination surely the medbay.

“Stay in there General.” That voice was unmistakably yours, his favorite doctor aboard the ship. He sighed with relief, and he swore that he could feel some of the pain leave his body.

He tried to tell you something, but you shushed him and shouted at the nurses and doctors in the medbay to get out of the way and prepare an operating room.

Strong hands lifted his nearly limp body unto a table and begun poking and prodding him, no doubt preparing him for his second surgery this week.

This time it was much more of a life-or-death moment, however.

“Everybody out. I need a minute alone. Stay close as I’ll need every hand to help with operating,” you demanded, and the nurses shuffled out of the room quickly with a “yes ma’am.”

You whirled around and slammed a hand on a tray with some tools. “General, what the hell happened?”

His eyes widened and he turned his head to look at you. Tears sparkled in your eyes partnered with a look of rage on your face.

“I can’t say. It’ll put you in danger.” He wheezed.

You shook your head. “No. No, no, no. You have to tell me everything. Since when do you withhold information from me?” You yelled.

“Since it puts you in danger! You are perfectly safe not knowing!” He raised his voice, causing you to flinch slightly. Even thought he was completely vulnerable on the operating table, he still held the same power as always.

You reached out and took his hand with your gloved one. “Please, Armitage. Why does Pryde want to kill you?”

He grimaced. “When does he not?”

“Hux.” You squeezed his hand. “Tell me.”

The general couldn’t meet your eyes. “I’m a traitor. I fed the resistance information.”

Your silenced edged him on.

“I helped the pilot and FN218 escape. General Pryde found out.” This time, he held your hand tighter. “I am a traitor.”

His words echoed in the small room. Each word seemed to inflict more damage to his wounds.

“I know.”

Green eyes shot up to meet yours. “What?”

“I’m surprised it’s taken them this long to figure it out.”

He tore his hand away. “How- how did you know?”

You sigh. “Hux, you’re not very good at hiding things.”

“Are you,” he paused, calculating his next words, “mad at me?”

You shook your head and patted his arm. “No. I’m not mad that you fed the resistance information. I’m just mad that you got hurt doing it.” You eyed the blaster wound and he shrugged.

“Once you’re out of surgery, we can talk more. I’m not letting you go to interrogation.”

He laughed. “If you do that, they’ll kill you too. Helping the traitor?”

You smile softly and whisper in his ear. “If it’s helping you, I’ll do anything.”

Hux turned his head and caught your lips as you bent up, his hand making its way to your cheek to hold you there. After a few moments, he let go.

“If they take me, I just want to let you know I-“

You silence him with your words. “Shut up. Tell me when you wake up”

And with that you wave the nurses and assistant doctors back in and start the operation on your wounded general.

[MOBILE POST]

Imagine: Loki standing up for you when The Avengers pick on you.

Request: “Howdy! Haha! Could I please request Loki x Reader. Shes being picked on and he gets mad and defends her and all the Avengers are shocked that he showed any caring for someone other than himself. And they start to question how close you two really are.” For Anon.

Spoiler-Free!

      You were about to turn the corner, making your way from your bedroom to the living room of The Avengers’ compound, when Clint jumped out yelling, “Boo!”

      You cried out and barely stopped yourself from falling backwards, and causing everyone else -who watched from the living room- to burst into laughter.

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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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I Take What I Want

Title: I Take What I Want

Rating: T

Pairing: Hux/Reader. 

Summary: You followed the code of Ren. And you wanted nothing more than general Armitage Hux.

Word count: 1599

Warnings: DarkSide!Reader. Knight of Ren!Reader. TROS spoilers.

Notes: Takes place during TROS, and contains spoilers!

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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,”

Mischief Managed...

I got the first request from a raffle winner yesterday! And I was able to comply fast! So, here is the first Oneshot written for @bluedemonsblog! Hope you enjoy!

Author: @sabine-leo

Pairing: Loki x Reader

Wordcount: 2554

Summary/ Request by @bluedemonsblog: Loki is New in the avengers Tower and things are kinda awkard because of New York and all, but april fool’s is close so the reader go talk to him since he is the god of mischief to get some Ideas and hopefully team up! Bonus points If Loki didn’t know what april fool’s is! In the end of the day reader and Loki end up as good friends and the other avengers are confused and kinda scared

Today was the day…

Today the tower would get another ‘inmate’ as you jokingly called every resident who lived here.

Currently there were 9 residents. Tony & Pepper, Peter, Steve, Bucky, Bruce, Nat, Thor whenever he was on Midgard as he called it and yourself. The other Avengers dropping by on a daily basis. Well, today the number would go up one resident and there would be 10 quarters inhabited. It had taken Tony a while to get accustomed to the idea, but he finally came around to accept that this was the right thing to do. You had met the new resident only on one mission and there you never really had the time to talk to him or give him more than a once over with your eyes.

 The short glances had been enough to know that he was one handsome and tall specimen but you couldn´t help yourself hanging around the general area waiting for his arrival to get another maybe lingering look on the God of Mischief himself. Curled up on a sofa overlooking the skyline of New York and more important the landing pad of the tower, you sat there half-heartedly reading a book. Even if you had been totally taken in by the story you would not have missed the bright, rainbow-light that almost blinded you just this second. Thor emerged first, head held high and ready to knock down everyone in his way followed by the black haired, tall God called Loki that regally strode out of the light. Seemingly at ease and carrying himself with a very alluring self-esteem. Tony stumbled out last. Shaking his head and with a little trouble to stand up straight he held up one finger as he stabilized himself with one hand on his knees.

 “I think I´m gonna puke! Holly shit, the whole ride I tumbled like a leave in the wind!”

Thor boomed out a laugh and clapped Tony on the back which almost sent him on his knees.

Loki just stood there with his hands behind his back and watched Tony struggle to keep his breakfast in. “If you need to relieve yourself I would recommend not to hurl over the edge, you might heave onto a poor soul walking the streets.” That actually made Tony laugh and stand up straight again only to say “Let´s get inside! I think I need to lay down for a moment!”  

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