.:Imagine Hux finding out you were a part of the resistance:.
Request for anon:
“Relationship head canons where Hux’s s/o is part of the resistance”
GIFs not mine (but damn does he look pretty 💕)
Ok so I know you had requested headcanons but I wanted to write a one-shot instead bc like wow feels. Plus I can go more into detail :) (Hope you don’t mind)
This really hurt to write btw
Requests are open :-)
How could he not have noticed? It was staring him right in the face.
When you first met, you immediately attached yourself to him. You asked him so many questions.
He enjoyed your company very much. How could he not?
You were the most beautiful person he had seen in a long time. He felt so drawn to you.
Eventually he began to fall for you.
And he fell hard.
Those nights where you’d come in after sending something off from your data pad, and curl up into his arms. You did it every night, and he couldn’t help but wonder exactly what you were doing.
You were very secretive, you rarely talked about yourself. He couldn’t help but want to know more about you.
You spent most nights with him in his room, with him stroking your hair, and talking. He loved those moments.
On the fateful day when Starkiller base was attacked, he found out. He found about how you lied and betrayed him.
“Commander L/N, this is General Organa, do you copy?”
With all the hell that was going in around him, he still had heard those words that made him want to scream.
You had turned around, and threw your earpiece to the ground. “Armi…I can explain.”
He just stared at you. Hate and sadness in his deep green eyes that you had fallen for.
“I didn’t want to fall for you, but I did and fuck-I hate myself for it.” You covered your face with your hands out of shame. “I love you so much and I really wish it didn’t.”
He looked down at his black boots, his own tears starting to form. “Go.” He said. “Leave now L/N. Don’t ever come back. Don’t think of me ever again.”
He was letting you go. It was protocol to kill a traitor but, he couldn’t. There was no way he could.
He wanted to chase after you, to take you away with him away from everything.
He was on the Finalizer, sitting at his desk when he received a message on his data pad. It was from unknown but he knew it was you.
That’s all it said, but those two words made him mess up his hair, throwing everything off his desk, hearing the pad crack and various items flying everywhere. He didn’t care.
He let out hoarse cry, he wanted you back so bad.
But you were never coming back.