(This started as my thoughts on Hux’s relationship with his body. Then Kylo got caught in there, because I love parallels between those two characters. And it turned into half kylux fic, half meta.)
All this virgin Hux posting is giving me life and reminding me of when I first started lurking in the kylux fandom. I was surprised to see how often Hux is portrayed as sexually savvy, wielding sex appeal like it’s any other strategy he’s mastered.
(By now I’ve embraced all manners of Hux portrayals. Frankly, I like to let the author guide the story and if it’s well written and compelling, I can happily forget my own headcanons.)
Thinking back on TFA Hux, though, he still reads to me as someone who views his body as a burden. An annoying flesh vessel that needs basic daily maintenance in order for his superior intellect to function at full capacity. He walks around stiffly, a little bent forward, like he has severe back pain. He probably grinds his teeth at night and had digestive troubles since childhood. He takes too many stims, sleeps not nearly enough, and tops it off with pain relievers for the stomach aches and back pain, refusing to do as the medic recommend and get some fucking sleep, eat at regular hours, etc. Because if it can be cured by a pill, why let anything interfere with his work?