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Victory of the Republic
For @irrationalgame (Aw Shucks Hux Holiday Huxchange 2025)
Also, go and read all the works in the exchange! They're all so amazing omg😭
[TROS deleted scene]
After shooting Hux, Pryde abandoned the General’s body on a nearby planet. But this was not the end...
— with @krcosplay
Fixed that for you.
Star Wars, Episode IX, after credit sequence: Tatooine, early dawn, Two Jawas dig up Anakin's and Leia's lightsabers and jabber excitedly. They bring them to a person in a dark robe and hood who gives them a generous reward. He pulls his hood back and ignites a blue blade, grinning evilly. It's Hux, hair long and scruffy. "Kylo Ren has lost!"
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Fight For Me (pt.1)
Summary: Hux survives the blast from Pryde. But it is still unknown what will happen next and the only thing he knows is that his career is over. Escape pod takes him to the least expected place.
Pairing(s): Armitage Hux x OC, some gingerpilot dynamics in the future, if you squint
Word count: 2,256 (next chapters will be a little shorter, probably)
TW: mentions of rape
(I’m tagging some people who I think might like this. Sorry you had to read it, guys. @huxstuff @darthnostra @rabldcur @voidistooshortforausername @rabid-cur-hux @spicyhoneyy @solohux @livy1391 @starkillerjones @knightof-reylo)
And big thanks to @voidistooshortforausername for being my beta and putting up with my bullshit in general)
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“I am the spy.”
Those words were about to change his whole life, he knew it. Armitage Hux wasn’t the one to not think things through before he did something, really. But he thought he had everything under control. He’s been so discreet about it, more, Hux was sure he fooled everyone. No one could know he’s a spy, right?
“Are you sure you don’t need a lift or something, Hugs?” Poe asked, looking at his - now probably former - enemy with a raised eyebrow; he still had no idea how he felt about the news. Hux just shook his head. Sure, he wanted Ren to lose - but, after all, he still felt his place was with the First Order.
Just not under Ren’s command - preferably under his own.
“Not really, I’ll be more useful here, I assume.”
There was no time to lose. If they wanted to escape, they had to do it now. Move to the ship as fast as possible and fly away, not looking back. Someone on that damned ship has probably heard the shots and screams of the Stormtroopers that were assigned to execute the Resistance fighters, and given the circumstances it was no situation for chitty-chatting. Poe heard Chewie roar somewhere behind him - a sign they had to hurry. He was about to run away, he really was - but in the last seconds he grabbed Hux’s wrist forcefully. Poe wasn’t going to leave anyone behind. Even if it was him.
“There isn’t much more you can do. You’ve never been a hero, don’t act like one now.” Armitage’s eyes widened a little at Poe’s words, shock briefly jolting through his face; though another second turned it into a sneer.. Hux broke out of the man’s hold and looked him dead in the eyes.
“You’ve never been a hero either. The Resistance is a bunch of criminals which I refuse to join.”
There was a second of silence between them as they only looked at each other with mixed feelings. Both disdain and silent gratitude. Then Poe, having no more time to waste, just ran after his friends. It was the last moment for Hux to change his mind and for a second he genuinely considered it. Only an echo of the Rebels’ footsteps could be heard that moment, but general Hux broke this silence one last time.
“... I might contact you, though. When I escape. If I decide to do so, that is.” He got lost in his own thoughts and words, failing to sound as composed as he wanted. “Now quick, shoot me in the arm, or they’ll know.”
It was a brave thing to ask an enemy for, but it was the only thing Hux could do. He didn’t have to wait long for his order to be executed.
It wasn’t Dameron who shot Hux.
Neither was it a shot in the arm.
“Yeah!” Finn exclaimed excitedly the same time when the ginger general fell to the floor with a scream. Poe and Chewbacca looked at him, surprised. “What? Always wanted to do it,” he added, seeing his friends’ facial expressions at that moment.
“No one’s blaming you, though. Hugs, you’re sure you’ll be fine?”
Poe gave the bleeding spy one last look. Hux wrapped his hands around the wound.
“Do I look like I’m not?”
“Honestly, yeah.”
“Ugh. Just go already!”
And that was exactly how their meeting ended, even though Poe himself wished they could chat a little longer. But now they definitely had to run]. The footsteps of incoming Stormtroopers filled the corridor as their ship entered the hyperspace.
“We found our spy.”
Nothing went as he expected, from the shot to his leg to being shot by Pryde. That moment he regretted not going with Dameron; maybe then he wouldn’t die in vain. If he’d accepted the offer, if only he--
“You were always just a stupid child.” Pryde towered above him, “Your father was always right about you. Useless and weak. You, clean up that mess.” he ordered the guards, looking at Armitage Hux with disgust. The child finally got what he deserved. With a sense of victory and revenge he walked away, leaving seemingly dead Hux on the floor.
But he wasn’t dead. The vest he had under his uniform saved him, but didn’t leave him undamaged. The blast threw him across the floor, and Armitage hit it so hard he went unconscious.
Next thing he saw was a bright light. It was blinding him; he had to squint and only when he got somehow used to it, Hux noticed he was being moved. Looking up he saw white armor and a Stormtrooper’s helmet. And a ceiling, with the sources of light that previously blinded him. Realisation hit him harder than Pryde’s blaster.
“What- Let me go! That’s an order!” Hux said, though still weakly, as if he had no strength for his usual, stern tone. He was genuinely afraid of what was going to happen to him; after he was discovered, Hux would rather die than get imprisoned and demeaned.
“Shush, General, they’ll hear us. I prepared you an escape ship.”
That was unexpected. Was it another spy? Why didn’t he know about them before? After a quick reminescence of his career Hux had to admit that he most probably didn’t give anyone a reason to be risking their life for him. Confusion was about to take a hold of him - and his savior saw it, too. So the Stormtrooper spoke again, as quietly as before.
“Remember the boy from a few years ago who you’ve protected that one time? I’m paying you back for it, General.”
Hux smiled at the memory. The concept of kindness was unknown to him, yet he couldn’t not help a boy that had reminded him so much of himself from the past. Moreover, he couldn’t just let the boy suffer the same things that he’d suffered from Brendol.
“If we ever see each other again, I’m probably not going to be a General, anymore.” Armitage let out a slight chuckle, though it sounded… troubled, mostly. And weak.
And the last thing he remembered was the smile of the Stormtrooper - or, actually, a young man in armor but without a helmet.
“Thank you, General. And good luck.”
And with that, the whole world fell silent as Hux once again had to give in to the darkness which overflown him like an ocean.
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“It’s time to wake up, huh?” Etta yawned and stretched herself on her bed. She liked talking, though she rarely had anyone to talk to; most of the times Etta just talked to herself. Like she was doing now. It made her feel less lonely and kind of reminded her of the happy times when her parents were still alive.
The light was already getting into her house through the window, sneaking in slowly but steadily; and so Etta knew it’s about time to start her daily routines. The farm wasn't going to take care of itself without her help and Etta knew it. Taking care of it became her routine, but one she grew to love - so it didn’t really bother her; what did was loneliness - and boredom, sometimes. But it was fine most days, and sometimes her… well, she considered them a friend, would visit her. It was nice to see someone else than her own reflection in the mirror, though it was a shame the visits weren’t more frequent. It was understandable though, everyone had their own lives and their own businesses to mind, them too. Next visit was about to happen in a few days - until then, Etta had to manage somehow. So she threw herself into work.
But the day didn’t turn out to be as quiet as any other. It was around afternoon when they came. Visitors, but not the kind you’d like to have.
Deserters. Cruel people, runaways from many fractions and planets. They were paying her a “visit” from time to time, stealing everything she has been working on so hard; calling it a “protection fee”. But the only thing they protected her from was themselves.
Etta saw them coming from the north. They were never heavily armed; they knew she wouldn't fight back. Her parents lost their lives like that and Etta knew better than to resist and inevitably lose. She couldn’t fight, anyway. It was better to be safe than sorry, right?
So as soon as she saw them she stopped what she was doing and ran into her cottage. Frantically, Etta started looking through her house. Valuables, money, but also what her farm had to offer - bread, vegetables, food in general. It all would make a good offering for leaving her alone, at least that’s what she hoped for. She threw it all outside and closed herself in the cottage, pretending she’s not there. Even though Etta knew they probably saw her already, that was all she could have done that moment.
Their heavy footsteps got dangerously close to her cottage in just a few short minutes. Among them she heard her own heartbeat as clear as the footsteps. And the wind, howling outside, brought the words of the visitors.
“Good girl, she’s prepared us everything we need.” the tallest of them spoke in a posh manner, looking down on the squad. “It’s almost cute. Take it.” he ordered, putting an
unruly strand of blonde hair over his ear. Four more men started packing the stuff Etta left to their backpacks and pockets. It went quick, almost too quick.
“She’s home, isn’t she?” asked one of the men, a pretty young one, looking at the blonde leader.
“As she always is. Why?”
“Oh, I know exactly what Bastan means, Maud, you too. Come on, we never get any fun out of this,” grumbled Bastan’s companion, crossing his arms. “Let’s take her with us.”
“Sheilar, I knew you were dumb, but I never realised you have no brain at all,” sighed the leader, massaging the bridge of his nose in visibly irritated manner. “Who would we steal from then?”
“...Oh.”
There was a few seconds break and a quiet moment. But it got broken by Bastan.
“So let’s leave her here, just let us go in, Maud.”
The blonde man looked at his companion; meanwhile all the men seemed to pick up the idea of the youngest one. Maud only sighed in response, what was he supposed to do?
“Alright. Just- Be back quickly. I am not going to participate in this bestiality and whoever does will lose in my eyes. But otherwise, go on.” He looked at them with visible disgust and started walking away. Well, his words made an impression. Two of them went after their leader - but still, both Bastan and Sheilar had Maud’s word for nothing, still deciding to get into the cottage.
That’s when Etta heard knocking.
“ Farmer girl, are you there?” Cooed one of them, trying to open the door.
Etta had no courage to answer, maybe that was even better. She quietly stood up and looked around, panicked. She had nowhere to run, nowhere to go, and deep inside she knew exactly what they wanted from her.
“Farmer girl, we just want to talk. Come out, don’t be scared.”
Etta heard another voice. She couldn’t look out of the window to see how many of them were there in front of her door. But no matter how many of them were trying to get in, she couldn’t do anything. Etta stopped herself from letting out a quiet sob. No one was there to protect her anymore, no one to stop them when she couldn’t. Was it supposed to be like that, perhaps? What did she do to deserve this?
“We know you’re there, little bitch. Just you wait.” One of them seemed to lose his temper already, impatient. Seconds later she heard a quiet click, a noise of her lock giving up.
“If there’s anyone above there, please, help me…” Etta cried to herself, frantically looking for any place to hide and save herself. But no one answered her calling, and the only seconds before a tragedy she could only think about how tragic her whole life was to this point.
And just when she was about to lose hope and come out, beg for mercy, they all heard a loud crash. Maybe there was something bigger, after all. A savior.
Because as soon as they heard the crash, both Bastan and Sheilar went outside to see what that was. And, to put it lightly, they weren’t really pleased with what they saw.
“That’s a fucking First Order ship!” said Sheilar, then spit on the floor.
“Can’t be.”
“But it fucking is. I’m definitely not going to stay there any longer. See ya later, farmgirl. We’ll be back.”
Etta couldn’t believe her luck. Or the fact that her prayers had been listened to. The attackers ran away as fast as they could, and she was left alone. Once again, safe.
Or was she?
It was a First Order’s ship after all. She heard about them, she knew they were the reason her parents had to run away from their home planet. They were, supposedly, the evil guys.
But now the evil guys saved her from other evil guys and Etta just had no idea what to think. The ship looked broken, but so did a part of her farm-
“Oh damn, my cabbages.”
You Can’t Kill a Cockroach
A canon divergence fic focused on General Hux.
Summary
General Armitage Hux didn’t get to where he was in life by being an idiot. Far from it. He has always been the smartest man in the room. And that doesn’t change after he’s shot point blank in the chest.
Alternately, Mac took the Canon of TRoS and said, no thanks.
Obviously, contains Spoilers for TRoS.
Inspired by artwork by @jeusus EDIT; I found the other piece it’s by @nefastidies
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✨🌹Armitage Hux🌹✨ After an abusive father, abusive leaders, and having a complex backstory and character developed over four years through several books and comics......He deserved so much better...... don’t get me wrong, I suspected he was gonna die in TRoS... but the way they did it was so untasteful and uncreative...Our boi deserved better....💔💔
