It both amuses and irritates Kylo that Hux can’t eat any form of confectionery without spending most of his time focused on the wrapper. Hux will carefully peel it of, taking care not to damage it, flatten it out, smoothing out any wrinkles, and then carefully fold it over, fold it again, and once more, before tying it into a neat little knot and then disposing of it. Sometimes the action is automatic, but other times Hux focuses on it completely, seeming soothed by what he does.
If the wrapper rips as Hux unwraps it, his face creases in concern, his fingers carefully working to hold it together so he can perform his ritual. It distresses him when the finished product is less than perfect, making him uneasy.
Kylo wonders about the whole thing until he eventually learns that Hux used to save small scraps of paper neatly cut paper and empty sweet wrappers, which he’d keep in his pocket so he had something to fiddle with and focus on when he was upset as a child and needed a distraction, often when his father was disappointed in him and Hux didn’t feel in control of anything around him.
After learning that, Kylo no longer delights in deliberately ripping and crumpling wrappers just to upset Hux. He carefully unwraps them and smooths them out as best his unpracticed fingers can, saying nothing when Hux takes them to complete the task.
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This is the companion piece of Kylo settled down to do some meditation. Hux thinks meditating is a waste of time – he does like to take a private moment though to clear his head and smoke in the refresher. The cold tiles against his warm skin feel nice I’d imagine. :3
Consider: Kylo Ren constantly searching for Hux’ most compromising embarrassing thoughts and just finding domestic scenes of snuggling in front of roar fires and having someone make him coffee and breakfast in bed, not realising that those ARE his most compromising thoughts, everyone expects him to think about skulls and BDSM and warfare when all he really wants is a break. Not that he’s averse to carnage, he’d just like to be well rested for it.
And if Hux wakes up the next morning to the smell of caf already brewed and Kylo Ren standing barefoot and maskless in his kitchens, cooking the old fashioned way, then he doesn’t say anything. The man needs a break. Just this once he’ll accept it. And if Kylo Ren scoots in next to him on his bed and they eat breakfast and watch holodramas all day, then that’s alright too.
ingu:
Kylux UA: The Scavenger and the Prince
Being first to the smoking wreckage of a foreign ship should have earned Hux enough food to last him a week. And yet what he finds is a crying little girl and a dying man, surrounded on all sides by dead stormtroopers in what looks like the aftermath of a vicious battle. Logic tells him to focus on the scavenge, but the young girl’s terrified and desperate cries are impossible to ignore. Before he knows it, he is offering them his home and his help.
Now, Hux has to deal with his new problem. He can already barely feed himself, so how is he supposed to afford the medicine and food needed to keep all of them alive? How long will it take before more soldiers follow, intent on recapturing this pair of young cousins, whoever they might be? He tells himself he’ll regret this, and yet when he sees little Rey’s delighted smiles, and curls up to sleep against human warmth for the first time in fifteen years, he somehow finds himself thinking this might just be the right decision after all. Consequences be damned.
( S T A R K I L L E R ) – for the general with hair the color of fire and the conviction to match; for you, God of War, draped in silk and gold as you command order into the far reaches of the galaxy from your rightful place on the throne. All shall bow before you, and all shall call you Emperor. (♫)
dispatches from the dumpster 