TechieHux

badspacebabies:

lingua-mortua:

reserve:

badspacebabies:

Guys, they’re the villains. It’s Star Wars. Of course one of them* is going to die.

(*at least one of them)

Ways Hux can die that I will be chill with:

• by kylo ren’s hand
• on the deck of a gloriously exploding star destroyer while shouting WITNESS ME.
• after a lengthy, fair trial for all his fucking war crimes, like exploding five planets.
• taking a blaster bolt/lightsaber for his beloved, kylo ren/a newly reformed ben solo
• rathtars
• because lando calrissian doesn’t like his face
• hand in unlovable hand, after taking some kind of binding oath, with kylo ren after ingesting space poison – like romeo and juliet not hitler and eva
• in the process of trying to kill snoke
• saving leia’s life
• chewbacca
• not at all

• Battered yet defiant with a spent blaster pistol in each hand, his greatcoat long-gone and his shirt ripped. A black scorchmark up one cheek. Teeth bloodied as he grins at the trio of Resistance soldier coming up the corridor towards him. There’s a crazed light in his eyes. He drops the pistols to the ground, grabs the long knife from his boot and says, slurring a little, ‘if you want my ship, you’ll have to kill me for it, you treacherous bantha-fuckers.’ 

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