Apr 14, 2018
👑 Emperor Hux and Consort Poe for @praemonitor 👑
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👑 Emperor Hux and Consort Poe for @praemonitor 👑
Angst prompt 12 - “Who did this? Who hurt you?” Please and thank you <3 I love your blog <3
For some reason Emperor Hux/Consort Poe popped in to my head for this. Hope that’s okay!
‘Debriefing, see you in an hour -PD’
Hux allowed himself a small smile as the message flashed across his datapad. He’d already known of course, that his Consort had arrived home safely. He’d been informed the second his ship broke the planet’s atmosphere.
He had been off world for weeks representing the Emperor’s interests on several important trading systems and would no doubt be exhausted. Being apart for long periods wasn’t ideal but it was necessary. Hux had made it very clear the moment he took power that his authority extended in every way to Poe Dameron. Hux had a bath drawn and ordered up food while he waited for his husband to walk though the large, ornate double doors of their rooms.
He does, before the hour is up, looking as tired as Hux assumed but grinning. Poe takes a knee in front of him, “My emperor.” His expression is playful, while he keeps his tone reverent.
Hux tugs him up by the collar of his flight suit. Poe still insists on flying himself, much to his husband’s chagrin, but Hux learned long ago when to test against Poe’s stubborn streak.
“None of that darling, you look ready to collapse.” He still meets Poe’s lips when his consort tips his head up expectantly. It feels good, better than good, he’s missed this so much. Hux pulls back reluctantly, tugs at the zip on Poe’s flight suit.
“Bath first yes?”
Poe’s hand jumps to Hux’s and stills him, “Tage, wait. Just- don’t freak out.”
Hux raises an eyebrow and pulls the material off Poe’s shoulders. He sees it then and sucks in a harsh breath. Bruises and red marks marring Poe’s chest, nears his ribs and finger-shaped on his biceps.
“Who did this? Who hurt you?” Hux feels his insides burn icy cold.
“Just a run in with some vocal opponents to the crown. They caught me off guard. It’s nothing-”
“It’s is not bloody nothing! Where are they?”
Poe stepped closer to him, tries to put a calming hand on the small of his back, but Hux shook him off, “Tell me.”
“They ran off, when the palace guard caught up with us. It was just a group of locals. Not happy with a blood traitor like me I suppose. But hey, at least they avoided my face.”
“No, no no. You are not going to joke your way out of this. Poe, they could have killed you. I can’t imagine if… I don’t want you going on solo diplomatic missions.”
Poe touches him again, this time his face so he had to look. His expression is soft.
“Tage, come on. You can’t lock me away in here.”
“I can bloody well try,” Hux tries to look away, but his consort won’t let him, “And you’re letting a medical droid look at those injuries.”
“Yes, my Emperor.” Poe said it in that voice that makes his knees weak, tugs Hux towards the waiting tub, biting his lower lip. Hux knew he would to lose this argument in the end.
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