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Bruised & Broken ][ Armitage Hux x Reader ][ Part One

Warning: Please keep in mind that throughout this story many themes are going to be mentioned that will be uncomfortable for some readers. Of course I’ll list what those topics will be before each part so that you are warned before reading.

Trigger Warnings: blood, lacerations, mentions of physical harm done by another person, severe injuries, guns (if I’m missing any please let me know)

Tags: @edmunds-torch, @christmasallyearsthings

The sheets rustled as you stuffed from your sleep in your cramped quarters. You could hear shouting outside, the sounds of shoes crushing leaves under their and blasters being shifted in hands were enough to cause you to get up. You quickly threw on your jacket, buttoning it up so that nobody could see your plain green pajama shirt, and throwing on some boots without even bothering to replace your sweats with better pants.

The shouts began to get louder as the footsteps got closer to your quarters. With furrowed brows, you reached out for your blaster and shoved it into your belt that was sewed into the material of your jacket.

Without wasting another second you marched towards your door, throwing it open and stepping out into the warm air that surrounded you. Before you stood a few pilots that had seemed to just land on the base. Alongside them were Finn, Poe, and General Organa, as well as an unknown figure.

Their back was turned to you, clothes were torn and ginger hair completely out of place. Blood was scattered across their neck and any other visible skin on their body. Their greatcoat, which was practically torn to pieces, was falling off of their shoulders, allowing the clear uniform of the military regiment of the First Order to showcase itself.

Two pilots were holding their arms, another holding a blaster to their back as they followed General Organa to, what you assumed was the prisoner's cells. Poe and Finn trailed behind them all, keeping an eye out while watching to see if the prisoner made any move to escape.

You remainder standing by your door, assessing everything you saw and processing it. You could tell that whoever it was is a serious threat if they had to awaken General Organa from her sleep- which you had deducted due to the fact she was already in her nightwear as well as the time being 200 o'clock.

A voice had called out to you causing you to blink twice before shifting your gaze to the owner of said voice. Realizing it was Poe looking over towards you, waving a hand for you to join them, you carefully jogged forward before you stood by his side.

"Did we wake you Y/N?" Poe asked, his voice soft but firm as to not wake others. He had turned to look back at the prisoner, a scowl showing on his face and his jaw set tightly.

You tilted your head, observing the look upon Poe's face for a moment before you replied. "Yes, but that's no issue, I can fall asleep later," you waved off. "Who's the new prisoner? They must be important if you had to wake General Organa to escort them."

You heard the prisoner chuckle for a moment, and without even needing to see their face you knew that a smug grin was plastered on his face. You're eyes narrowed, huffing quietly.

The pilot behind them shoved his blaster against their back, scoffing. "I wouldn't be too proud of that," the pilot said, indicating the seriousness of his words by pressing the barrel farther into their back, causing them to wince. "That only means your treatment here is so much worse."

Poe let out a deep sigh, and you noticed that Finn had his jaw set. You were starting to get even more curious as to who this person was, but by the time Poe was about to reveal it you had reached the cell and General Organa was asking for Poe.

He gave you a side glance before walking to your General and following as she stepped off towards the side. Your attention then returned to what was taking place in front of you as the sound of keys and locks were being opened and twisted before the door of the cell opened.

The prisoner was pushed into the room, stumbling for a moment before they caught their balance and groaned, pain clearly shooting through their body. They turned around, revealing themselves as a man- although you predicted such, and even with his eyes currently closed, you could tell that they were cold and sharp.

When he opened them to reveal a blue-green color that would have sent you swooning had you not known that this person was clearly dangerous. Instead, you ignored the color of his eyes, and rather took in the icy gaze that was settled upon you. You wouldn't allow your e/c eyes to show it but a shiver of fear shot down your spine as you looked into his eyes.

You tore away from his gaze as General Organa called you over, asking to speak with you for a moment. You nodded, walking towards her and standing firm and tall.

She let out a gentle sigh, "I apologize for this sudden request Y/N, however, with the rest of our medical and guard staff sleeping I have to ask that you, Poe and Finn watch over him," she nodded towards the prisoner, "for the night."

You nodded. With no other prisoners in any cells at the base, all the guards were able to sleep for the night and you didn't want them to be awoken. God knows when was the last time they got a good night's sleep.

"Of course General Organa," you replied, voice form and a kind smile on your face. She returned it, placing a hand on your shoulder.

"Thank you Y/N," she whispered, patting you on the shoulder once before walking past you and returning to Poe and Finn, sharing a few more words with them. The pilots that had brought the prisoner had left, probably off to retire for the night since everything was now situated and the prisoner was locked in a cell.

While General Organa spoke to the other two you took the time to grab a nearby medkit and make your way over to the prisoner. You knew in the state that he was in there was no possible way of him escaping, or even attacking you. With that knowledge, you undid the extensive amount of locks before entering the cell.

You looked behind you once, catching Finn's gaze for a second- to which he took the time to nod at you in reassurance -before you turned back around to face the prisoner. Taking a step closer to him you felt yourself grown increasingly anxious, scared of what power he might really have.

You'd yet to know his rank or even his name, and the fact that you didn't recognize him was not help at all. Stopping in front of him you swallowed thickly before crouching down in front of him so you were level to his slumped body against the wall. Taking one last deep breath you placed the kit beside you, opening it and assessing its contents.

"Would you be so generous as to make this easy on the both of us, comply, and remove your greatcoat so that I can take care of any major wounds?" you asked, although never really looking for an answer.

It came silently when he began to remove his greatcoat, soft grunts and groans of pain leaving his lips as he shifted so that he could successfully remove clothing from his body. You sighed, gaining only a bit more of the skin on his neck and wrists.

"I'll heal the wounds I can see before I have to ask that you remove that uniform as well, and any other shirts that you have underneath," you informed, grabbing some bacta gel and placing it on a few of the noticeable cuts that were too deep to be cleaned with a smaller disinfecting wipe.

The man winced and made to shift away, only stopping when you looked up at him with a sharp glare. He let out a huff before settling back down and allowing you to apply the healing gel to his skin.

"Thank you," you whispered softly to him, finishing off with the last deep cut before you grabbed some removed the gloves you had put on.

The man had furrowed his brows as you whispered, looking at you curiously. "For what?" he asked. His voice was deeper than you had expected, rougher and a little quieter than you thought, but you assumed that was from the exhaustion.

You rolled your eyes. "For complying," you answered, "you're making it easier for me to get my job done."

The man nodded before closing his eyes as the stinging finally subsided. You took the time to prepare some bandages, knowing that it'll be needed for whatever else you were about to witness.

"If you could?" you asked, nodding to his uniform. He got the point and began removing it, slowly as to not agitate any of his wounds and cause them to begin to bleed again. It was when he successfully removed the uniform to the side and tossed it that you noticed the rank on its sleeve.

You couldn't help the quiet gasp that left your lips, knowing that it was the First Order's General insignia. The silver piping and black stripes seemed to shine as if the stars were reflecting off it, but it was only like that in your head because to everyone else it was just a dull marking on a uniform.

Eyes wide, you looked back at the man you had been taking care of. You couldn't help but grit your teeth, wanting to stop helping him altogether and let him suffer now that you realized that he was General Hux of the first order.

You'd heard about him before. What he's done was nothing short of horrific. He's urged for the murder of millions, he commanded the Star Killer ship and was now a commander on the Finalizer. Your jaw seemed to clench as you looked back at him, your e/c eyes no longer having any hint of softness in it. Instead, it was a stone-cold glare now.

Hux scoffed, knowing the look all too well. His black undershirt had been removed as well, showing his battered torso and chest. Bruises were littered along his skin, cuts were engraved into it, and old scars seemed to be present among others. Lacerations and puncture wounds, abrasions were also noticeable on his skin, but the most noticeable sign of damage was a burn that was blistering on his shoulder.

It looked older than some of his other scars, but still fresh enough to only be a day old. It was nothing like you had ever seen before, and it looked as though it was untreated, or at least not treated carefully. You knew it would leave a horrible scar.

"Would you be so kind as to stop staring and continue with the needed treatment?" Hux asked in a condescending tone, his eyes slightly narrowed and his expression bored.

You huffed, shaking your head at his tone and grabbing the needed materials to continue with your bandaging. "I'm surprised you haven't gone to the infirmary yet," you said, tending to a laceration on his stomach. Your fingers were soft as they brushed against his pale torso.

You took the time to silently notice his frame. He wasn't too muscular, nothing like a six-pack or such, but you could tell he was rather strong. Although not muscular he did have a lean but firm build. He most certainly didn't look weak, seeing as he was able to take the pain that was inflicted on him, and the stinging you were causing, without screaming.

Without helping it you also took the time to look at his face, taking in the hair that fell on his forehead, and the dried blood that was around his lip, nose, and eyebrow. You sighed, having no clue how somebody could take so many hits and bruises without so much as whimpering. The only sounds that left his lips were winces, groans, and grunts, and even they weren't nearly as loud as you thought they should be.

Shaking your head once more you looked into his eyes. "Turn around," you ordered which made him grin slightly- although barely recognizable. You scoffed, rolling your eyes. "Just do it so I can see your back."

After cleaning the majority of his wounds and wrapping them up in bandages you had one left. With a sigh, you asked him to turn back around and frowned as you examined it once more. A soft yawn left your lips, the tiredness you were feeling groaning more with every passing second.

You rubbed your eyes after making sure nothing that would sting resided on your hands. Focusing back on the burn at his shoulder, you tilted your head to the side. You had absolutely no idea as to what could cause a wound like this to appear.

Unsure what to even use on it you decided that some bacta gel and a bandage would have to suffice until a medic examined it in the morning. You went to apply the bacta to the wound when a hand reached up and quickly grasped your wrist. You looked at Hux, your brows furrowed for a second. You would have felt fear had you not recognized the absolute horror on his face.

"Don't," he pleaded. "I don't think I'd be able to hold back the screams if you applied it to this one," he whispered, his blue-green eyes wavering in fear.

"I have to," you replied. "If I don't this will become infected and the pain will be so much worse," you explained, looking around for a moment before you grabbed his discarded uniform. You handed it to him, urging for him to grab it. "Bite into this to silence your screams. I'll be as gentle as I can," you assured.

He nodded hesitantly, swallowing and biting into the material of his uniform. You looked at him before returning to his shoulder and carefully applying the bacta gel. You had yet to spread it but already you could feel Hux tense.

Carefully you began to spread it over the wound, his hand reaching out instinctively and latching onto the front of your jacket, gripping it so tightly that his knuckles turned white. His screams were muffled by the uniform, but not well enough. They sounded just as loud as it would if he were yelling straight into your ear.

You winced, finally finishing with applying the gel before you backed away. Looking at Hux you could see the clear tears that shined in his eyes. He didn't let them fall, but the fact that they were there was enough to show his clear discomfort.

You frowned, looking back at the burn before grabbing the bandages and wrapping it across his chest and over his shoulder. Now he only winced a little, but still, they were sharp enough to get his pain across.

"What caused this?" you asked yourself in a soft whisper. It was loud enough for Hux to hear, but it wasn't really a question meant for him.

He had answered it anyways, his teeth clenched all the whole, "a lightsaber," he whispered, panting.

"A lightsaber?" you questioned, your brows furrowing as you finally secured the bandage. You finally finished but made no move to get up, confused as to who's lightsaber did this. Rey hadn't gone on any mission lately. She was busy training.

As though he read your mind, Hux answered, "Kylo Ren," and sighed, slumping against the wall once more.

"Kylo Ren?" you asked again. "But why, you're his General?" you questioned, confused.

Hux huffed, "we've never once got along. Most of these scars are from him and my-" he cut himself off, clearing his throat. He didn't finish his sentence.

You didn't push further, nodding your head and closing the kit. "I'll see to it that these get checked in the morning, or sometime in the afternoon," you reply, turning to walk out of the cell.

"Thank you," Hux called out. It wasn't like him to thank somebody, and it shocked himself as to why he had. He had to blame it on the exhaustion and the fact that for once he had felt cared for when you cleaned his wounds.

Without turning around you replied, "don't thank me. I was just following orders." Hux's face hardened, his eyes growing cold and dark once more as you walked out of the cell and locked it carefully.

You didn't spare him a glance again, walking past Poe and Finn- who had remained by the cell as you took care of Hux. You placed the kit back where you had found it before slumping against a nearby tree and closing your eyes, yawning once more.

Poe and Finn shared a glance between one another, sharing a silent message to leave you alone. They both turned back to look at Hux whose gaze was directly on you, a hand clenched in a fist by his side as his nose twitched in anger. The two turned back to look at you once more.

You were still sat against the tree, and to anybody else, it would seem as though you had fallen asleep, however, in reality, that was far from the truth. You were in deep thought and conflict. On one hand, you had just healed one of the most dangerous human being in the galaxies, but on another, you couldn't help but concentrate on his words.

"Most of these scars are from him and my-" and his what? It was driving you mad. Had he misspoken? You knew that wasn't the case, and yet you shouldn't be caring as much as you did. It didn't matter what or how he got those scars because after what he did to all those innocent people, giving the order to murder thousands, it shouldn't be affecting you so much. You shouldn't be caring. Yet you did, and it would knaw at you for the rest of the night.

You were thankful that you didn't look at his face when you had told him that you were only following an order. You didn't think you could handle seeing the hurt that he had masked under a cold glare. Guilt and pity would have chewed you from the inside out till you apologized to him, and Hux was the last person that deserved forgiveness.

Bruised & Broken ][ Armitage Hux x Reader ][ Part Two

Author’s Note: So, I know this is a little later than J wanted it to be, but school has really been stressing me out. I haven’t got much sleep this week and it’s taking a bit of a toll on my body, but I got this out since a lot of people liked the first part. Here’s part two to Broken & Bruised!

Trigger Warnings: blood, lacerations, infection, nightmare, mentions of death, severe injuries, angst, and then a bit of fluff at the end

PART ONE

Tags: @songforhema, @edmunds-torch, @christmasallyearsthings, @indelwen-of-mirkwood, @agirlinherhead, @chewle, @redsacrament, @lafy-taffy, @khaleesi-of-assassins, @dath23321, @fangirl570

The next morning you had woken up, groaning as you stood from the ground. Your back was aching, the tree trunk not nearly as comfortable as your bed- although it didn't beat it by that much really. That morning you had spared a glance towards Hux, noticing that he had fallen asleep as well, in a similar position that you had, except a wall had rested behind his back.

The day had gone by, Finn and Poe had been sent on a mission and you were at your station- the medbay -when General Organa approached you once more.

It was mid-afternoon at this point, Hux having been taken care of by another nurse for that morning so that you could catch a few decent hours of shut-eye in your room.

The General had stopped in front of you, pulling you from your station once she was certain you weren’t in the middle of something important, to ask that you would be taking care of Hux personally. She suggested that it would be best if you were to focus all of your attention on Hux and ensure that if anything were to occur you’d be able to manage it.

She wanted Hux to get as little as human contact as possible, which is why she had assigned you and you only to manage the First Order’s General until a time would arise that more contact needed to be made with him. Since you had already dealt with him, she felt you fit enough- you were head of the nurses after all.

General Organa had also mentioned that the interrogation wouldn’t be able to take place for a little while since a current mission was already issued.

After General Organa had dismissed herself you found it best to go and visit Hux once more. You were hesitant to go past the guards that stood about fifteen feet from his cell, unsure what would conspire after last night.

You were able to steady yourself, taking in a deep breath before holding it and exhaling, and then made your way over to the cell and unlocked it.

Hux looked up at the sound, his blue-green eyes catching yours once more. You felt yourself shutter before you locked the cell behind you, typical protocol for how to deal with prisoners, especially now that everyone was awake.

Hux had looked up at the sound of keys and the cell door creaking open. A scowl was present on his face as he realized you had been the one to enter.

"So you've returned?" he asked rhetorically, watching your every step as you made your way closer to him. His eyes hadn't once left your frame.

You sighed, bending your knees until you were level with Hux, who still remained on the ground. "Apparently I have been appointed to be your personal nurse from here on forward," you explained, opening the same kit you had used last night so that you can clean and examine again.

He rolled his eyes, "lucky me," he scoffed. You made a growl-like sound in your throat before muttering a, 'yeah, lucky you,' under your breath.

You were thankful that checking over his injuries had gone smoothly. Some of the lacerations were definitely not as bad as they were the night before. You worked diligently, making your way from the smallest to the largest of the wounds, and thankfully so. When you had finally gotten to the burn on his shoulder Hux had flinched away, shaking his head.

“No,” he muttered. You sighed, not wanting to play this same game like last night and made to examine it again when he grasped your wrist, much harder than he had the night before. He tugged you forward slightly, his face barely half a foot away from yours. His warm puffs of breath hit your face, his deep, rich colored eyes looking into your slightly more soft and light eyes.

It was intimidating to be so close to him, and when he let out a gruff, “I said no,” it made you shiver. The tone was nothing like you had heard before, and you then realized that the man in front of you was no longer the injured one you had seen earlier, but rather he was the General people had grown to fear. Yet, he was scared. Scared of being helped simply because it would hurt, and although it would hurt more than anything it needed cleaning.

So, you stood your ground, matching his stern, intimidating glare with your own.

"I have to," you explained, your tone tight and firm- almost like a tone, a mother would use with their child.

His jaw was clenched and it became obvious that he was hiding something. Not the fear of being hurt, but something worse.

You went to check it once more before he stopped you for the third time, a frustrated sigh left your lips. "Damnit Hux, just let me make sure it's kriffing healing!" you exclaimed, looking at him almost pleadingly.

Reluctantly, he had removed his hand from your wrist and allowed you to look at it. Your eyes scanned over the wound and instantly it became clear how much pain he was actually in. "Kriff!" you cursed. Catching his gaze once more, you held it firmly. "How long has it been infected? Was it like this when the last nurse checked you over?" you asked, teeth-gritting slightly in impatience.

Hux nodded, slumping against the wall, his eyes closing momentarily.

"How did the other nurse not notice?" you asked yourself, looking back and quickly grabbing antiseptics to treat it for now.

Hux huffed once before answering. "Because I didn't let her, and in fear she listened," he replied.

You shook your head, turning back to look out the cell bars and calling for a guard to step closer. "Call for the nurse that had been here earlier," you ordered, watching the guard walk away before you muttered. "She's going to be relieved of her position for at least three weeks.”

That had all taken place nearly a week ago. You had thankfully managed to get some antibiotics within two days from a neighboring planet, and the infection had slowly started to die. You were sure that with a little more time it would be gone.

With each minute that passed in Hux's presence, you seemed to grow even more annoyed with him than the last, just like you were right now.

It was late and you had just finished your final check-up on him. It had gone as you expected it to, agonizingly slow. His snarky comments seemed never-ending now that he wasn't in nearly as much pain as he had been in. Although you'd never admit it, some of his comments had made you hide a smile, but that was far too rare for how many comments he made.

The conversations that were shared between you were short and anything but formal, as though you had both had a silent conversation that went something like;

“I’m not going to tell you anything about the First Order.”

“I know.”

“Good.”

Hux wouldn’t admit it, but he didn’t mind the time he spent with you. He didn’t necessarily like it, but it was better than staring at the cell bars all day. The few minutes you did get to spend with him we’re definitely the ones he enjoyed the most.

You shared a similar opinion. You hated the man, you hated what he did, hated what he worked for, hated what pain he’s caused, but spending the time that you did with him, you began to realize that he was different than the General you had heard about. He was rather... enjoyable.

“Why the hell am I thinking that man is enjoyable?” you questioned yourself. You were in your quarters now, having just splashed some water on your face when that last thought had flashed into your mind. “He’s anything but enjoyable,” you mumbled, drying your face with a towel. “He’s a snarky asshole if anything,” you huffed, looking at yourself in the mirror once more before you closed the light and walked to your bed.

Unceremoniously, you dropped yourself onto your back, just lying there and staring at the ceiling for a few seconds, then close your eyes and casually drifting off to sleep.

You had expected to dream of something peaceful, or maybe not dream at all, but what you did dream about was anything but what you expected. It wasn’t much of a dream, rather more like a nightmare- perhaps even worse.

It was set in an unfamiliar place, dark walls were closing you in and metal sliding doors were the only escape from the room, but they seemed to be locked. A throne was sat in the middle, a man dressed in all black with a mask that could reflect a copy of Darth Vader’s was covering the figures face.

You were surrounded by guards all dressed in red, some were even dressed like the man that sat in the throne, wearing masks of their own, similar but not exact. A window was stretched across one part of a wall that allowed the lights of the stars to shine in and reflect across the black surfaces of metal that practically covered the walls, floor, and ceiling.

A large red imperial flag was hoisted up behind the throne, and quickly you realized where you were. You didn’t know on what ship, but you knew this was the Throne Room that had been talked about among other members of the Resistance. You didn’t know much about the room itself, but slowly you began to put together what you gathered from your surroundings.

You were quickly able to deduce that the male sitting upon the throne was Ben Solo- or as he went by now Kylo Ren. The men in black standing beside him must have been the Knights of Ren that were mentioned before, and the surrounding guards were imperial officers forced to protect the room and anybody in it.

It took you a moment to realize that right now you were on your knees, no more than twenty feet away from the throne itself. Glancing to your left you noticed Hux was beside you, his hands cuffed behind his back just like your own were. His blue-green eyes were glaring up at the Kylo, blood trickling down from his forehead to his lip, and eventually onto the floor.

A moment passed, Hux’s eyes never shifting from the man dressed in black until finally he turned his head to the side and spit out the blood that had built up on his lip. Not even a second passed before he was grasped around the neck by some invisible force. Force!

Your eyes quickly snapped from Hux to Kylo, and without thinking, you yelled out in desperation. “No, stop! You’re going to kill him!” Your voice was shaking with terror, eyes wide as you nearly tried to lunge forward, as if your hands weren’t cuffed and a guard wasn’t standing right behind you.

Without even a blink of an eye, you were pushed down onto your chest by a staff, the sharp end of it stabbing into your back, but not puncturing your skin.

Kylo had let go of Hux’s throat after you had spoken, allowing the man to breathe properly after coughing a bit. With a menacing gaze, the man stood up from his throne and walked down towards you. He got down on one knee, kneeling in front of you and grasping your chin. Had you been able to see the eyes behind his mask you would have known that he was glaring deep into your soul.

Your teeth were clenched and grinding against one another, causing an awful sound, although not loud for anybody else to hear.

Kylo stood after a minute, letting out a deep sigh. “Kill her,” he nodded to you, urging the guard to finish the job.

All you had heard was the sound of a lightsaber turning on, and a sharp yell of protest coming from Hux before the blade was stabbed into your back.

You jolted awake then, a loud, painful gasp filling the room. Not a second later you had heard knocking on your door. It seemed to be urgent.

Taking a second to collect yourself, you stood up and grabbed your coat, slipping on your boots and not bothering to tie the laces before you opened the door.

A guard was stood there. “Hux seems to be in a lot of pain, he woke up rather abruptly,” they explained.

You nodded, grabbing your kit and walking towards his cell. You were let in quickly, the cell unlocked and locked by a guard so that you could quickly access the situation at hand.

Hux was grasping his shoulder, huffs and puffs of breath leaving his lips. His eyes were shut tightly, only opening as you gently placed your hand over his.

“Hux,” you whispered, trying to be as gentle as you could. “Let me see it.”

He allowed you to remove his hand, pushing the material of his dirtied uniform away from his skin. It fell limply behind him, allowing for his skin to be exposed.

You frowned. “Damnit, I thought the infection was getting better,” you muttered, realizing that rather, it had spread. You sighed after catching the side of his uniform. “Of course,” you said to yourself. Looking up at Hux, you smiled as reassuringly as you could.

“Jaster,” you called out to the guard closest to you. “Could you grab Hux a clean Resistance uniform for me?” you asked. Jester looked like he was about to protest, but you let out a frustrated puff. “His infection will never heal if he wears that dirty uniform of his,” you explained, and without a second of hesitation Jester nodded and walked off, knowing not to anger you.

You decided that just applying some more bacta gel and changing the bandages would do now until his next rounds of medicine were due. You finished and put everything away, closing the kit and waiting for Jester to return.

Suddenly a realization crossed your mind. “What’s your first name Hux?” you asked. The man in question furrowed his brows, then raised one as if in amusement before reluctantly answering.

“Armitage.”

You smiled, “Armitage,” you repeated. You chuckled, only to be stopped when you heard Jester return. You grabbed the clothes from him, walking back to Armitage and handing it to him.

“Just wear the new top so that the wound doesn’t get infected,” you explained.

For a moment Armitage looked like he was about to protest, but stopped as you yawned. He came to the conclusion that the quicker he did as you asked, the faster you’d be able to return to sleep, and for some reason, that thought mattered.

He gave a firm nod before placing on the new top carefully. It fit him snuggly, not too big and not too small. Honestly, it was just right. It highlighted his lean frame and, if you were being honest, it suited him. Of course, the outfit was not complete, the black imperial uniform pants not matching with the navy blue and browns of the Resistance color.

You smiled once more, giving him a nod before walking towards the cell door. It was unlocked for you and you stepped out, but not without saying a “good night Armie,” just because you knew it would piss him off a little.

You walked off before you heard the disgusted scoff at the nickname, but you didn’t have to hear it to know that it had happened. With a proud grin, you walked back to your room, having no idea what was expected to happen in the morning. It wasn’t going to be pleasurable, to say the least.

I Won’t Say Anything-Pt. 2/3

Warnings: TROS SPOILER, Torture, Soulmate AU Summary: You are a member of the Resistance. You’re captured by the First Order while you are waiting for information from the spy. Pairing: Armitage Hux x Female!Reader Words: 2662 Part 2 of 3

From the day you were treated and reinvigorated, Armitage Hux never entered the prison where they kept you.

In fact, you didn’t even know why they kept you there. You were no longer of any use and they hadn’t even bothered to torture you to get the information anymore. They had abandoned you there, in total silence, fed by a machine that pumped the food your body needed in your veins. Fortunately they had taken medical measures to keep you from having a constant need to go to the bathroom.

You had had so much time to think about the visions you had about the general that you almost hated the torture that had stopped. At least those could have distracted you from all those harmful flashes.

Would you die there? On that First Order ship, thinking about the general who destroyed so many lives?

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