Please I need 25k of monster Hux and his back story and his family and his life and his fucked up cannibalism why have you forsaken me
OH DARLING DONT EVEN. It’s like a spiraling pit of “I have 20 WIPs and all I want to do is write monster Hux.” In any case, have a snippet from the backstory fic I’m working on.
Even at eight years old, Armitage knowswhat beauty is. His father talks about it enough, when he comes tovisit them. He’ll burst into the house, shoulders wide in hisuniform, whirl Armitage’s mother around with his hands careful aroundher waist. He reaches up, strokes along her lips and laughs when shebites at his fingertips. Caresses her spines, and they relax down herback while he’s here, soft and pliant. And she smiles at that, makesthat hissing noise low in her throat that she always lets out whenshe’s pleased at something.
His father always turns to him then,ruffles his hair. And Armitage likes that their hair is the samecolor, even if his sticks up every whichaway, and his father’s isalways perfectly in place. It’s not as beautiful as his mother’shair, of course, but then, nothing about him is.
Sometimes, at night, he runs hisfingers down his own spines and wonders what it feels like to havesomeone else touch them. His aren’t as long as his mother’s, ofcourse. And he can’t make them stand up like she does, like she didthe time that the man with the blaster showed up at their door andwouldn’t go away. He asked her about it once – why can’t I dothat? What’s wrong with me? Andeven though she told him that there was nothing wrong with him –we’re all different, Armitage. Each one of us with our owngifts – he’s not sure if hebelieves her.