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submitted by fallingdeeperintothispit - All His Fault
There were three things Hux took note of when he woke.
One: he had a headache worse than the time he had “accidentally” taken 3 times the amount of recommended stims per day, combined with 11 cups of coffee.
Two: he had very heavy handcuffs around his wrists, ones that had an odd pattern with foreign symbols etched into them.
Three: this was all Kylo’s fault.
If the man hadn’t assumed the position of Supreme Leader so soon after the death of Leader Snoke, (ex-leader, he amended in his head) then he wouldn’t have caused the vacuum of power and the entrance of Pryde. Of course the old vulture would come after hearing of the new succession, and all of the promotions it promised him. This all lead to the (probably inevitable) capture and subsequent torture of one Armitage Hux. He and Pryde had been fighting for the position of Allegiant General for weeks on end now, with the younger and middle-aged First Order loyalists supporting Hux and the older Empire relics and Vader worshippers supporting Pryde.
Which is why, again, this was all Kylo’s fault.
If the man weren’t so obsessed with fulfilling Vader’s legacy, perhaps he would have seen reason and chosen Hux over Pryde. But he hadn’t. Almost immediately after Pryde won the position, Hux was taken away by a group of stormtroopers, and they were quick to tell him Pryde had ordered it “for the good of the Final Order” (because of course Kylo had to ruin a perfectly good thing, just like he always did) just before they had knocked him out. His execution would be soon, and it would be quick. He would be just another body in this place, wherever it was Pryde had sent him. After the first day seeing no one (despite the torture that he had endured earlier, blindfolded) Hux wondered if Pryde was just going to let him starve to death. He probably saw it as a fitting end for a bastard child.
As the time passed, Hux couldn’t help but relive the moments of his short life- and subsequently, the one relationship he had allowed himself to have.
It had started as hatefucking, his and Kylo’s partnership. One argument with faces too close together and bodies too full of tension and the next thing he knew they were making out aggressively against the wall, tongues fighting instead of words. Over the course of the next few weeks, Kylo would have a mission off-ship go awry, or Hux would have one too many consoles be destroyed via lightsaber, and they would work out their tension in Kylo’s quarters. They tried going to Hux’s quarters, once, but Kylo had been too distracted by Millicent to remember that he had a job to do. That moment, when Hux saw Kylo pssp-pssping at his cat, and the little bit of his heart that was still left had started feeling stupidly warm, he knew that Kylo was more than just a warm body.
After that, their relationship shifted. Kylo started bringing Hux tea during his shifts. Bitter, just how he liked it. Hux started making adjustments to Kylo’s ship The Silencer- if he complained that his seat was too close to the controls, the next day it was fixed. They had shared soft and sweet kisses in the mess hall when they were alone. When either of them smiled, it was because of something the other had done.
Snoke’s death ruined it all. Kylo was crazed- because of the girl defeating him, because of the death of his master- and ended up doing the one thing Hux had told him he could never accept. When Hux felt the force bring him to his knees, felt the pressure around his throat, felt Kylo’s once-familiar rage target him again, he knew that their relationship (though they had never called it that) was done. Kylo had gained the power of Supreme Leader, but he had lost Hux’s trust. Hux had changed the locks on his door not five minutes after the incident, and had gone to medical and requested a new dose of stims. Kylo had made him quit a few weeks ago, and the feeling of the high after Hux downed the whole bottle didn’t even match the feeling of making Kylo proud. If Kylo noticed his lips returning to the ugly brown color that symbolized stim abuse, he didn’t say anything. He didn’t say much at all, after everything went down. Just angry shouts and obsessive hunting of the girl.
Hux used to be jealous of her. Jealous of how much attention Kylo gave her when he was right there. But now, with his hands tied in cuffs and his body broken by yet another torture session, he figured the two of them deserved each other.
“Enjoy him,” Hux thought, “enjoy having a manchild for a lover.”
After the first week, with more torture than food, Hux began to entertain the thought that Kylo had completely forgotten him. When they were in their relationship, (and yes, it was a relationship, he admits that now) he and Kylo had made a connection with the force that Kylo had called a “bond”. He had said that anytime Hux was in trouble, or hurting, he would be able to feel it.
“I would come to your rescue,” Kylo had said.
“My hero,” Hux had called him with a sarcastic tone.Of course it had been bullshit. There was never a bond, there was only Kylo trying to get Hux to like him more so the wound was bigger when he ultimately betrayed him. It had worked. Hux had given what was left of his heart to Kylo, and Kylo had taken it from him.
Now, here he lay, dying on the floor of some nameless abandoned building, covered in his own blood. Had it been worth it? To trust Kylo, to love him, only for it to come to this?
As a figure in black ran toward his cell, killing the before unseen perpetrators ruthlessly, red lightsaber spinning in the air, Hux knew it had been.
When he woke in the medbay, after what he had been told was three cycles spent unconscious with a feeding tube hooked up to him, Kylo was holding his hand. He looked horrid- dark circles, caved in cheekbones, greasy hair- and tears were flowing down his face.
“Hux,” Kylo said pathetically when he made eye contact with him, “I’m so-”
Hux quieted him with a hand to his mouth.
“Stupid,” he said, running his hand through the other’s hair.
Kylo nodded vigorously.
“Reckless,” he said, tracing the scar that had nearly taken Kylo’s eye.
Kylo nodded once more.
“Mine,” he whispered. He pressed a kiss to Kylo’s wobbling lips, and everything felt right again.
“Mine,” Kylo echoed, peppering kisses over Hux’s face. “Will never hurt you again, will keep you close. Won’t lose you again.”
Hux just pressed a hand to Kylo’s cheek, holding him tight.
“If you ever-”
“Won’t.”
“But if-”
“I will not.” Kylo gazed at him like a man possessed, and Hux just sighed softly, knowing that when this man was this serious about something, he meant it.
“The girl-”
“Dead.”
Hux gaped for a moment, then pressed on.
“Pryde?”
“Coma.” When he raised his brows in an obvious question, Kylo smiled at him. “Figured you’d want the final blow.”
Hux kissed him again, kissed him like Kylo was water in a horrid desert.
“Told you I’d be there,” Kylo said softly.
“My hero,” Hux said with a smile.
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