He dreamt, sometimes. More often than not the dreams were merely banal fragments of a working day, laced with some incongruous detail — an incorrect rendering of the ship, a conversation including officers he knew very well to be dead.
On rarer occasions he would dream of something from his past. Schooldays. A cadet research project, in jeopardy. Waiting in his father’s office — all that dark wood, and the stale smell of the old woolen rug, and the dread. It wasn’t real, and he preferred the times when he realised that.
***
He was dreaming again. This time, he was on the Finalizer, where he belonged. Trying to get from one part of the ship to another in time for an important meeting.
Ren stepped out from a side corridor, and almost startled him.
“General,” he said. “You’ll get there quicker if you go this way.”
“What? Don’t be ridiculous, Ren, I know where I’m going.”
“No you don’t. Come with me.”
“I don’t have time for this nonsense. Leave me alone.” And Hux marched off.
But Ren kept catching him up, and teasing him. “You shouldn’t ignore me,” he was saying. All in all, it was extremely annoying, and Hux was glad to wake. As if it wasn’t enough to be obstructed and tormented by Kylo Ren in his waking hours, he had to put up with his awfulness in his sleep, too.
Ahhhhh oh no!!!! Imagine that they’re packing their little ship with supplies for the long journey to their new home on a nameless little planet when Hux is shot, taken out by an assassin on an overlooking rooftop. They’re out of sight before Hux has even fallen but Ben cries out in anguish as he runs forward to catch him but the shot was perfect. Hux’s breath is already lost, Ben is begging him not to leave him, their happy ever after is gone.
“One day, you will forgive me for this,” Kylo says to Hux’s turned back.
Hux keeps his head bowed but Kylo sees his shoulders sag with a sigh. Then, he turns to face his lover, the crate of supplies he is holding placed back down on the console of the ship being readied for thier departure. He lifts his gaze to meet Kylo’s but any words that he wants to say remain trapped behind his teeth. Instead, he expresses his displeasure with his eyes.
Kylo talks for the both of them. He’s been doing that a lot lately. “I know this isn’t what you wanted, what you planned for. I know you wanted to go down with your ship and that I took your choice to do so away from you. But what else could I do? If you think that I could have left you out cold and bleeding as I ran away, then you don’t know me at all…:
“Kylo…” Hux says, shoulders sagging once more. His posture has changed ever since he was delivered by Kylo into the hands of the Resistance. Kylo thinks it’s a sign of how defeated Hux feels, but it may just be a side effect of changing his clothes from stiff military uniforms to loose linens.
“Hate me for being selfish,” Kylo continues. “Hate me for keeping you alive even though you had prepared for death. Hate me for being unable to let you go. But please know that I only did it because of how much I love you. Because I do, Hux.”
Hux shifts awkwardly on his feet. Kylo can see that a part of him wants to forgive him for forcing them both into this life, so far away from the glorious deaths that they had both envisioned for themselves. Hux won’t lie to him though; he never could. However much he would like to forgive, Kylo knows that Hux cannot deny that the wounds of betrayal need more time to heal.
But Hux does move forward, cup Kylo’s face in his hands, and press a kiss to his hairline. “I know,” he whispers to Kylo’s temple. When they break apart Hux shows his acceptance of their fate by returning to his task. Kylo feels like something has shifted. Perhaps now he can be brave enough to hope?
The sound of the blaster beam hitting the glass of the ship’s windscreen makes Kylo think, for a split second, that the assassin at the door of the ship has missed. But then Hux is crumbling in front of him, collapsing in on himself like a droid powering down for the night. Kylo catches him before he can hit the floor, turning Hux over in his arms fully believing that the damage cannot be that bad.
Hux’s eyes are dead. A perfectly round hole is set between them. Ren reaches out with the force, clinging on to whatever remains of the man he loves more than the dark. But there is nothing there. All it took was one second to snuff out the brightest light in the galaxy.
commissioner: moth Hux and overstimulated Ben with one of Moth Hux’s arms giving him a handjob, prepping his ass, one arm playing with his nipples while the last hand’s fingers are in Ben’s mouth?
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