“Hux?”
Two man-shaped blurs appeared in his line of vision. He briefly giggled, it was funny how they moved in unison. Then something – perhaps a muscle memory – told him how to focus his eyes, and the two blurs coalesced into the shape of a single man.
The man was holding his face in both hands, repeating ‘Hux’ over and over. His lines felt so familiar – broad, ragged, strong. Something wet glistened on his wrists. Deep gashes, still oozing blood. That must have hurt. Something new floated up from the void. A scrap of memory. Maybe a dream. Gentle lips on a bruised skin.
“Must kiss it better,” he tried to wrap his mouth around the shape of the words from his dreams. He still didn’t know what they meant but they felt comforting. He took the hands in his own and planted a little nuzzling kiss to each wound. There. It shouldn’t hurt so much now.
He was confused when he looked up to find tears rolling down the man’s cheeks. What reason was there to cry? They were together. He didn’t know why but if there was one thing he was sure of, one thing more real than the void, it was the fact that they belonged together.
I commissioned the amazing @rumsama to draw a scene from my fic Forceless that I wrote last summer; featuring Hux and Kylo on the run from the First Order, Kylo being unexpectedly competent, Hux learning to care for someone else than himself, lots of Force mysteries, an unpredictable redemption arc, and the good old enemies-to-lovers trope that I love so much.
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