STAR WARS; imagines

THROUGH THE TEMPEST; armitage hux

PROMPT: imagine comforting hux after he's beaten by kylo ren

A/N: here's my first star wars fic. it's not pretty, but i hope that its at least okay towards the end. please, if you are in any way uncomfortable with violence or abuse, DO NOT READ. this fic is heavy in abuse and unhealthy relationships. also, please don't let this flop as hard as my last fic did. i only got 5 likes, and i spent hours on that fic.

WARNINGS: mentions of wounds, mental breakdowns, angst, graphic scenes of violence and abuse.

WORDS: ~2200

His body ached and his shoulders hunched from the soreness in his back. Purple bruises made themselves obvious against the pale skin of his neck as they spread beyond the boundaries of what his uniform and great coat could cover. His head pounded with every strike of his simple black combat boots against the shining, black floors of the star destroyer. His gait was uneven and some footfalls were heavier than others as the First Order's most esteemed general stormed the halls connecting the rooms that served as his refuge and his battleground: his chambers and the throne room.

General Armitage Hux, who was so used to victory and success, found himself on the losing side of the worst predicament he had ever faced.

Day after day, the General commanded the remainder of the fleets, authorized the search and seizure of any information the galaxy held upon the whereabouts of the rebellion and dealt with his insufferable inferiors. The tasks never failed to leave him beyond exhausted. But the day was never done when the clock read the time of his elongated shifts, for his meetings with Ren never failed to ruin him even more.

Day after day, General Hux reported to the throne room and stood before the Supreme Leader, never flinching as blow after blow was dealt to his ragged vessel for whatever reason Ren found fit. The Supreme Leader's extensive training under his abusive master had left him toned and powerful, even without the added strength the force gifted him with. But through all the pain, General Hux never once flinched. It was his silent declaration, his personal vendetta against the man. Never to show weakness, never to back down, never to give in. But day after day it got worse, for Kylo began to memorize where it hurt most, where the sore nebulas of yellow, purple and brown had arisen to the pale surface of Hux's soft skin from the previous day's beating. And every day, Hux got closer and closer to breaking down in tears in the way he had been trained his whole life to never do.

Day after day, he suffered the same awful treatment, or... that was until today. Today was different. Today was worse. The Supreme Leader had decided to deal out his unjust punishment in front of Hux's inferiors. The officers and lieutenants and admirals whom he commanded, from whom he demanded respect. Today, Kylo Ren took away all General Hux had spent his life working for: the most feared and powerful general the galaxy had ever seen.

Kylo Ren had entered the bridge in a tempest of fury, all heads whipping his way the moment he entered. Hux, having no clue why Ren would be here, had turned to him calmly.

"Supreme Lead-"

Hux's question was cut short as the familiar constriction around his neck returned. His hands were flung to his throat by the force, another manipulation of Kylo's with the intent of demeaning Hux in front of his inferiors. Kylo had stared at Hux menacingly over his rising hand, and Hux stared back with a moon's worth of defiance as he was lifted into the air. But then, a searing pain had flown through the General's limbs, one that he had never felt before. It burned in his veins and caused him to writhe and convulse. The General tried to scream, but his voice was lost, taken from him by Kylo's abusive acts.