Feb. 5th, 2017

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…Out of morbid curiosity, what are you thinking Jerry could do with the body if he got his hands on it? Also, yes, I can so see them doing that. Just to be absolutely sure that Jerry isn’t able to pull anything.

Okay, now that is not fair, you actually managed to make me feel bad for him there. Because it’s true. There are numerous accounts of Jerry standing a few feet from the family graveyard, staring fixedly at the mausoleum where Gondolphus is buried. As I’ve stated before, Jerry went on an absolute bloody rampage after news of Gondolphus’ death reached him. He always thought he’d have more time to turn him, that he’d just have to wait just a little bit longer, to when Gonny’s reflexes had slowed down just that tiny bit from age that he’d be able to grab him and sink his fangs in…he never, for a moment, thought that his brother would die, least of all when he was still in his prime (because only two of the Original Twelve died of old age and Gondolphus Graves was not one of them). 

Sometimes he looks at Percy and he sees Gonny. 

Even after 400 years, he still misses his brother so much….
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…..GODDAMN IT, JERRY, LEAVE YOUR BROTHER ALONE!

It is the single most epic telling off in the history of the Graves family line. Jerry had almost forgotten what a wicked sharp tongue his brother had when he got good and righteously pissed off. 

Does this stop him?

Nope.
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…..GODDAMN IT, JERRY, LEAVE YOUR BROTHER ALONE!

It is the single most epic telling off in the history of the Graves family line. Jerry had almost forgotten what a wicked sharp tongue his brother had when he got good and righteously pissed off. 

Does this stop him?

Nope.
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(cont.) One day, in a simple update meeting with Snoke, the supreme leader senses it. Perhaps it was masked by Ren’s strong force presence when he was in the chamber alongside the general, or an effect of their bonding, like he summoned it into Armitage through their close proximity—but now…It’s a spark. A spark to ignite, to be his new apprentice, to fight Ben Solo and the resistance. Doesn’t hux want revenge? He’s not quite sure, but eventually, he realizes it will give him a chance to meet kylo on the battlefield, not exactly to fight him, but to ask him why. Ben looks heartbroken watching hux deftly destroy parts of the resistance, calculated, calm, genius as ever. They come to odds one day, finally, months, possibly a year or two after being apart. Can end in angst or kissing or whatever comes to mind. I just want surprise-I-have-the-force!hux and what-do-I-do-now Kylo

 Hux has felt differently ever since Kylo left.

There’s an almost constant tightness in his chest, like an anticipation of something else that’s waiting to attack him whilst he’s vulnerable, biding its time until it devours him.

He’s aware of how Kylo had betrayed him; he’s heard the stormtrooper’s reports, he’s watched the grainy, recorded footage that the officers on the Finalizer had managed to recover after Starkiller’s destruction. Hux bites his lips, recalling the images of Kylo standing on the bridge in the oscillator chamber, dropping his helmet to the floor and handing his lightsaber over to a scruffy-looking man with a Wookie watching their every move.

Han Solo, obviously. Come to rescue his only son from the evil clutches of the First Order, the ones who have kept precious Ben prisoner all these years.

Clearly, Hux thinks sarcastically. The infamous Jedi Killer, the Master of the Knights of Ren, the grandson of Darth Vader himself, lost to the light.

Hux slams his fists against the desk and groans in frustration. The dim lamp on his desk flickers and the stylus of his datapad vibrates, but Hux doesn’t notice, his head hanging between his shoulders as he tries to suppress his sobs.

Kylo Ren is the only being in the entirity of the galaxy who’s ever known and loved Armitage Hux, told him he’s beautiful, promised him eternal love and protection.

“Liar,” Hux whispers aloud, hoping that somehow, Kylo—Ben—hears him. And he hopes it hurts him.

“General Hux, you are late.”

The Supreme Leader’s leering hologram stares disapprovingly at Hux, his gaze following the General’s steps along the walkway to the raised platform at the end.

Hux gives a slight bow.

“My apologies, Supreme Leader. I was indisposed with—er—well, for lack of a better word, panic.”

Snoke frowns. “Panic? Elaborate.”

“The truth about what has come of Kylo Ren has somehow circulated amongst the First Order, and many are believing that, with no Force-sensitive in our allegiance, our cause is already lost,” Hux explains, maintaining eye-contact with Snoke, but can’t help but be alarmed at the creature’s change in expression. “Most officers, of course, remember a time where Vader and the Emperor spread fear across the galaxy in their mighty duo, master and apprentice, one to rule and one to enforce. Many…seem to think that the same hierarchy should be the new leadership of the First Order. Sir.”

Snoke sits back as though processing Hux’s words, one of his bony fingers tracing the shape of his own bottom lip as he thinks. Hux swallows, still feeling vulnerable facing the Supreme Leader without Kylo by his side.

“Tell me, General. How do you feel?”

Hux frowns. “Feel, sir? I’m afraid I don’t follow—”

“You had quite a deep connection with young Kylo, did you not? Not only were you the most intimate of lovers, but you trusted him, didn’t you? Loved him?”

Hux feels the pain in his chest worsen.

“Yes,” he answers with a slightly hesitant tone. “I did. With everything I had. And he ripped it away from me.”

Snoke nods, hums. “Go on.”

Hux suddenly can’t help himself; the tears on his cheeks are burning, falling with such emotion that Hux can almost feel the strength of each individual one.

“I thought I meant something to him,” Hux says, focussing at a spot on the floor, teeth gritted. “He was a mess when he came aboard this ship, a broken boy with a wrecked heart that needed someone to just hold him and tell him that he’s good enough. And I jumped, I drowned for him, gave him everything he needed from me and he took it but he was happy. Stars, I made him happy—but, no, no, no—he’s taken everything away from me, left me behind to rot whilst he pretends to be something he hates. Some false hero with a tainted name, blood on his hands that won’t be cleaned no matter how hard his mother tries. He—”

Suddenly being too weak to stand, Hux falls to his knees, catching himself on his hands, shoulders trembling. His tears drop onto the stone floor below him, and Hux feels like he’s the only person left in the galaxy. Just him, and his aching soul.

“I loved him. I loved him. I love him.”

Only when Hux’s ears stop ringing for a moment does he hear Snoke’s voice.

“Congratulations, General,” he says, and Hux looks up, puzzled. “I believe you have just made an excellent case for my next apprentice.”

“S-sir?”

“Get up, my boy,” Snoke says, curling his fingers inwards to his palm slowly. “Do not allow a weakling like Ben Solo to keep you on your knees for a second longer. He is unworthy of your newfound power.”

Hux stands up slowly, knees trembling, baffled by Snoke’s words and finds himself wondering whether he’s dreaming, but the pain in his chest confirms that he’s still in his miserable reality.

“Can you not feel it, Armitage?” Snoke breathes, and Hux shivers at the sound of his name. “The Force. The Dark Side. It’s calling to you, manifesting around you. Let it consume you. Let it fuel your hatred for the man who stole your lover away from you. ”

Hux lifts his hands up, palms open, suddenly feeling as though there’s electricity at his fingertips, pooling in his palms and spreading through his veins, making his heart beat faster and his mind think quicker.

“This can’t be possible,” Hux mutters. “I’m not—”

“Oh, but you are, Armitage,” Snoke says, eyeing Hux carefully. “Or, should I say, apprentice.”

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…..GODDAMN IT, JERRY, LEAVE YOUR BROTHER ALONE!

It is the single most epic telling off in the history of the Graves family line. Jerry had almost forgotten what a wicked sharp tongue his brother had when he got good and righteously pissed off. 

Does this stop him?

Nope.
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there, more batbrats

(edit: it’s based on a prompt i read a while ago but i couldn’t find it again :/)

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This is probably it. And why he was almost desperate to see the Graves family line continue. 

Come to think of it, Percival was probably not the first Graves that he set up with someone.

@hamelin-born Your thoughts?
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Because dogs are some of the only animals that do not flee at the sight of a vampire. They don’t care, they love you anyway! 

…Before he died, Jerry was researching possible ways to make his dogs immortal. (Said dogs were taken by the Graves family after Jerry’s death and lived long, happy lives).

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Don’t be a bookworm.

Be a bookwyrm.

Hoard books. Eat your enemies. Kill all dissenters. Terrorize the english countryside.
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This is probably it. And why he was almost desperate to see the Graves family line continue. 

Come to think of it, Percival was probably not the first Graves that he set up with someone.

@hamelin-born Your thoughts?

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