#makehuxsuffer

[petalouda85]

This is kinda based off of @solohux‘s #makehuxsuffer prompts, specifically “his own execution”. But I’ll be adding my own method of suffering for Hux in the follow up to this.

He had always known this would happen if the First Order ever fell. He knew that capture would be inevitable and death would be quick to follow. Still, he felt a sense of pride in himself. When the Resistance goons had found him, he fought. They thought they could easily apprehend him by appearing in the dead of the night but they had had underestimated the former General. Two Republican policemen had lost their lives and three more were injured before he was subdued and brought to the prison in the new Senate.

The trial was obviously a formality, a weak attempt to uphold their democratic ideals. Everyone knew that the verdict would be. There was no chance that it would be anything other than death.

They came for him in the afternoon, the policemen holding a pair of handcuffs, which Hux let them put on him without resistance. As they walked down the hallways, the other prisoners jeered at him in a feeble attempt to get a rise out of him. To their annoyance, he ignored them and held his head high, the only shift of expression coming when the door to the outside world opened and he was temporarily blinded by the light.

The sight he was greeted with gave him an odd sense of nostalgia. They were in front of a platform which reminded Hux of the one he stood on as he addressed his Stormtroopers and destroyed the Hosian system. However, there were no banners splaying the symbol of the Order and there were no soldiers in white anywhere. Senators, reporters and regular folk who wanted to witness his death made up the spectators, the last two screaming at him as he was forced to walk up the stairs to the top of the platform.

He made certain to make eye contact with each senator he passed as he headed towards the center though he stopped in his tracks when he spotted a familiar face.

It was his former co-commander of the Finalizer, the traitor now known as Ben Organa-Solo. He was standing next to his mother, his stance not as confident as Hux remembered it being. He seemed sad too, as though he wasn't happy to see his enemy die... How pathetic.

The two made eye contact and stared at each other, no words being spoken between the two.

I'm sorry, Armitage.

Don't be. Today, I'll be reunited with the man I love.

I'm still here.

You're not Kylo Ren. Hux immediately turned away, ignoring the voice of Ben in his head, and stared at the spot where he would die.

Beheading would be his death. A barbaric death for a barbaric man. Kneeling in front of the block, he stared over the crowd and listened as his long list of crimes were read out.

Murder, destruction of the Hosian System, torturing of prisoners, the list was endless.

Then the moment came. To the shouting of the crowds, Armitage Hux laid his head on the block, his face turned away from the one that would carry out the execution. Hearing the weapon be lifted, the man closed his eyes, focusing his mind on the image of the last person he still cared for.

"Bren... I love you." There was commotion behind him and the shouts increased exponentially but he ignored it, keeping his mind on the happy memories of his brother.

"NO!" Something heavy fell on top of Hux, the commotion suddenly going silent. The man dared to open his eyes, finding strands of red hair falling over his face. He let out a small gasp.

"Bren?"

To be continued

[solohux]

it's no problem, im glad we figured out that it just hadn't gone through! I think all I said in the original message was just asking if you'd do that prompt #13, so here's that. (on a side note, your writing is lovely! 💕)

#13 Victim Of An Assassination Attempt

“Forgive me, my Emperor.”

Kylo’s tone is filled withemotion, head bowed, on his knees in front of Hux’s throne, hoping that hisEmperor hears the silent ‘please’ atthe end of his sentence.

He doesn’t dare look up; hecan feel Hux’s sharp gaze upon his body, burning his skin, setting his insidesalight with the fear that Hux, hishusband, is going to have him executed for this.

Kylo closes his eyes, feelinga tear escape from his eye. He hopes Hux doesn’t see it drip to the floor.Another weakness.

The banquet had been perfect, Kylo remembers. It’dconformed exactly to Hux’s plans, sticking to his attuned schedule with nohitches. The meal had been served on time, piping hot food and the finest winesbrought out from the grand kitchen to the long table which held dozens anddozens of politicians and dignitaries and royalty, with Hux at the head, Kyloto his right; kings of the galaxy.

It was only as the afterparty got into swing that Kylobegan to feel as though something was wrong. His eyes felt sticky, his palmsclammy, his senses distorted.  

“Hux?” He remembers calling out into a crowd of people butgetting no response as the room began to spin, forcing him to stagger to thenearest wall just to stay upright. His lips are dry, throat scratching as hetries to call out for Hux again. He tries to run his tongue over his lips,bringing a sour taste up from his stomach.

Hux had ordered the most glorious of wines to be servedwith the meal. Kylo doesn’t like wine. He wonders if he was the only one who hadn’t had wine…the onlyone who’d been served something different—

There was a sudden screeching sound in his ears as thoughthe Force was trying to tell him something, but its cry to him was beingprevented from reaching him. The sound of glass smashing had hit Kylo’s sensesperfectly, as does the shout that he wished he would never have to hear

“The Emperor is hurt!”

There’d been screams from the crowd, mostly just incoherentpanicking but questions from the completely insignificant politicians hadstruck Kylo to his core.

“Where is the Hound? Emperor Hux is bleeding!”

“Ren is the Emperor’s husband! Should he not be here?!”

“Perhaps Ren is the culprit!”

With the room still spinning and his heart beating fasterthan it’s ever done before, Kylo staggered through the crowd, focusing on thefading sounds of Hux’s consciousness that he’d become latched onto during theirfirst time together.

Hux lies in the centre of the crowd, medics by his side,white and gold uniform stained red, crimson spreading out from his leftshoulder. He’s unconscious, eyes closed, face relaxed as though sleeping,perfect red hair tousled upon his fall.

“Hux, no!” Kylo remembers crying out before falling to hisknees, cupping his husband’s cheek. “Forgive me!”

“Why should I forgive you?”Hux asks, tone bland, calling Kylo back from his memory.

“I…don’t know.”

Hux scoffs. “You don’t know?”

Kylo still has his head bowed,body tense as he remains kneeling before his husband. Or, soon-to-be-ex.

“I should’ve sensed thesniper. I should’ve been by your side. I shouldn’t have allowed myself to bedrugged.”

When Kylo hears Hux rise fromhis throne, hearing the familiar rustling of his regal red cape, Kylo can’thelp but flinch, bracing himself for Hux’s viroblade to pierce his chest inpayment for his failure. Opening his eyes slowly, he sees Hux’s polished blackboots halt in front of him. He scrunches his eyes closed again, tears drippingonto the red carpet.

“Hux. I’m sorry I’m not goodenough,” he whispers. “I’ll accept any punishment you decide to give me, yourHighness—“

“Ren.”

One of Hux’s hands is suddenlyon Kylo’s cheek, touching him gently, and Kylo opens his eyes to see hishusband on knees in front of him, and Kylo looks up, meeting the green eyesthat’ve saved him from too many nightmares to count. There’s still a palenessto Hux’s cheeks from the blood loss, his left arm in a sling, bandages over hisshoulder though hidden by his uniform.

“You need no forgiveness, myRen,” Hux whispers, rubbing his thumb across Kylo’s cheek, wiping away fallingtears. “You’ve done nothing wrong.”

“But I—”

“Ah.” Hux says, with a raise of his eyebrows, stopping Kylo’s excusein its tracks. “Did you want toprotect me?”

Kylo nods. “Yes. Witheverything I have.”

Hux smiles, leaning in to kissKylo, taking his lips up in a soft kiss.

“Then that’s all I need toknow.”

[solohux]

i was looking at the #MakeHuxSuffer prompts and couldn't help but think crying in the shower is the most heartbreaking thing. imagine Hux turning on the tap and the shower simultaneously, even though he's alone in the fresher, and cries for what he's given up, what he's lost, what he may never have.

He feels like it’s the only time where he’s truly alone. When he’s not surrounded by the officers that he’s responsible for, when he’s not standing boldly in front of Snoke’s leering form and when Kylo isn’t hovering around him, worried that something is wrong.

Hux is fine. Hux is always fine.

But the ‘fresher door closes and he turns the shower on, peeling off his laers of uniform until he’s only in his underwear, staring at himself in the mirror, scowling at every curve and every freckle on his skin, at every prominent bone, at every weakness. As far back as he can remember, he’s always fought for what he has, clawing his way up the hill just so he can stand atop it and prove everyone wrong. His reflection in the mirror suddenly shifts, a hulking figure standing behind him, staring down at him with coarse green eyes.

‘You have failed, Armitage,’ his father says, and Hux feels 10 years old again, being scolded in his father’s office.

The tears are cascading down his cheeks before he has a chance to stop them, scrunching his eyes closed.

“Pathetic,” he says aloud to his reflection, feeling the hurt in his chest from his own words as though he’s pushing his own dagger into his ribs, twisting it and jabbing it in until he feels the resonating truth that he’s amounted to nothing, lost everything.

He’s on his knees suddenly, trembling arms barely managing to hold his weight, tears dripping onto the tiled floor.

‘Weak and foolish boy,’ he hears his father say. ‘Tarnishing my great name. You are nothing, Armitage. Bastard child.’

Hux grits his teeth, his father’s cold words like barbed wire around his heart, being pulled tighter and tighter until Hux feels like he can’t breathe. His body wracked with sobs, Hux is glad that the steam from the shower has clouded the mirror; he never wants to see himself again.

But he doesn’t notice the ‘fresher door opening until there’s a warm hand on his back, a black-clad figure kneeling down in front of him. Hux doesn’t even open his eyes, his breathing ragged.

“R-Ren, I-I don’t, I can’t, I’m–”

“Ssh,” Kylo hushes, holding Hux’s tear-stained cheeks in his palms, bringing Hux’s gaze upwards to meet his own. “You’re all right. Just breathe, Armitage. Come on, I’ve got you.”

And Hux does as Kylo wants, breathing in and out slowly in time with his examples, both inhaling and exhaling simultaneously, heartbeats syncing.

“Don’t believe him, Hux,” Kylo says. “He’s wrong. He’s always been wrong about you.”

“But I–”

“No,” Kylo insists, smoothing Hux’s damp hair from his forehead. “He is wrong. Say it.”

“…He…He’s wrong.”

“Again.”

“He’s wrong.”

Kylo’s lips curve into a soft smile as he kisses Hux’s cheek, using the Force to wrap the large white towel around Hux’s trembling shoulders.

“Come on, General,” Kylo says, helping Hux to stand up before lifting him into his arms. “You’re overdue some rest.”

Hux settles into Kylo’s arms, resting his cheek on his knight’s shoulder, finding that the nervous tremble in his hands is slowly disappearing.

Hux is fine. Hux is always fine.