CHAPTER 1:
Hux sat back in his chair reading mission reports on his holopad. A glass of whiskey sat on the glossy black surface untouched. The soft sound of typing came from outside his open door from his personal assistant. When it was a particularly simple day -although, to be fair, that rarely ever happened on the Finalizer- Hux liked to keep the door open. Not because he had an open door policy with his crew, but because he liked to hear the quiet sounds of the human on the other side of the door. She was the only person on this ship that knew him on a personal level. She read all his files and made his work life easier overall. It was a slight comfort to know she was there.
He grasped the whiskey glass finally and, with the holopad in his other hand, he swung his chair slowly to face the large window behind him. Space and stars flew by silently. The cosmos were still strangely fascinating to him and it gave him a rush to know he commanded them from his destroyer. Taking a whiff of his drink -something expensive he was sure, but he had his assistant in charge of keeping his stock full- he let the sting from the strong drink wear off before taking a small sip. It burned on it's way down, just the way he liked it.
The holopad was boring; the reports the same as all the other ones. Success here and there sprinkled with failure. They were such small offenses that he knew the Officers in charge of those sections would have handled the punishment accordingly.
"Tei," his voice was quiet as he called his assistant's name, but the typing stopped immediately. He heard the click of her heels as she moved from her desk to the open door.
"Sir?" Her question had a tone of worry to it, but overall controlled. He admired her for her professionalism around him as so many other assistants didn't last long from their fear.
"There's no need for me to read these pointless reports," Hux didn't bother turning his chair around when he addressed her. Their workplace relationship was understood between the two of them so she knew there was no disrespect meant from him. "Filter out the anomalies and send those reports to me from now on."
"Yes, sir." The sharp click of her heel on the floor was the equivalent to her saluting him before she left to return to her desk. He placed his holopad on his lap and took in a deep breath. The faint sound of typing started again, and he let the air out.
Finally, his eyes shifted from the holopad to gaze out the window. He watched the bright fires fly past his window and he felt it. He felt the gentle pull at the corners of his mind, and the tiniest of smiles graced his lips. She was reaching out to him finally. It was almost like a tender caress as she touched the edges of his consciousness. He had a few moments free, he decided. Hux took a swig from his glass, and accepted the questioning pull at his mind. His eyes glazed over as he stared at the nothingness of space.
It always took him a few moments to gain awareness of his surroundings when their bond was connected. Blinking heavily a few times, his vision cleared. No longer was he in his office… well his body was in his office but his mind and soul were elsewhere. Hux never knew if what he saw was something she imagined up for them or if she brought him into her actual world. He knew she controlled what she allowed him to see, but that no longer bothered him as it once had many moons ago.
The room he was in was decrepit, but ornate. It showed that it used to belong to someone rich or powerful, but that time was long gone. The gold painted walls in the room had greyed and dust settled everywhere else. A huge bed in the room was the only piece of furniture that was left. Old, tattered silken sheets hung from the four posts on the corners of the bed. The only thing on the bed that seemed new was the dark grey sheets that looked as though they had been recently changed. A lightsaber hilt was resting on one of the pillows of the bed. It was quite the opposite of what he was used to and made his fingers tingle at the uncleanliness. Hux heard a quite twinkle of a laugh, and his head snapped towards the sound.
She stood on the opened balcony. Snowflakes fell inside the open doors, but he couldn't feel the cold. Perhaps if his physical body had been there then he could feel the apparent chill. She was leaning on the balcony railing, taking him in.
"I can read you like an open book, even without having to be in your head!" Her voice was music to his ears, or maybe she made it sound like that in his mind. He cared not. Finally, finally, he saw her. It had felt like an eternity since they last spoke. Hux relaxed his posture, hands still clasped behind his back, but he could feel safe here.
"Where have you been?" It was a loaded question. He knew she would never answer honestly, but he always asked anyways. She was an enigma to him, but perhaps that's what kept their connection so strong for all these years: his yearning to know her.
Her heathered grey robes billowed around her legs when she walked in the room towards him. The brown waves of her hair were loose around her face and her warm hazel eyes met his cold, tired eyes. She reached out and took his gloved hand in hers bringing it up to her cheek.
"Running again," half truths from her; never telling him the full story. "I was found at the last safehouse I was in. It seems as though someone is trying desperately to capture me." They both knew it wasn't him searching for her, but the jab was still aimed towards him. He would never risk her life.
"That last place was hardly a safehouse if it was that swamp of a cave you showed me." His words rang hollow and she closed her eyes in his hand. He moved his thumb in a caress on her olive skin. They both knew the First Order was hunting down any Force users they could find to join the Knights of Ren. Luckily for him, that was entirely a different department, so he didn't have to risk his job or her life to divert forces away from her.
"This is definitely an upgrade then, huh!" That smile was back on her face as she tugged his hand from her face and pulled him towards the balcony she was just standing at. He could see the cold raise goosebumps on her skin as she stepped onto the overly large balcony. He felt nothing against his as he stood next to her. It was hard to tear his eyes from her beautiful, tiny form to look at the landscape. When he did, his heart skipped a beat.
It looked as though a blizzard was going to blow in at any moment. White mountains were barely seen through the wicked wind blowing soft white flakes across the sky. It almost reminded him of home and it definitely reminded him of Starkiller Base. Homesickness hit him hard and his hand tightened its grip on hers, their fingers intertwining.
"I thought you might want to see something familiar this time. Or at least something similar to home." She looked up at him, watching his face intently. His features were hard, but there was no scowl or grimace. She counted that as a win.
"Armitage." His name was almost a whisper from her lips. Hux finally broke his gaze from the billowing white to look at her. She had to push up on her toes to place a loving kiss on his chapped lips. It was so fleeting but so filled with emotion that his knees almost buckled. He was sure she pushed all her emotions onto him through their connection, but as with most things, he no longer minded.
Her lips were a light dusty blue as she pulled back, a clear sign of how cold it actually was. He wrapped an arm around her waist and guided her back inside the bedroom. The physical signs of the cold surrounding her made him want to believe she was showing him her real world.
Hux guided her to the bed. He took the saber and, almost as if it was plagued, quickly discarded it on the ground. With his only time around lightsabers being with Ren, they gave him a sickly feeling in the pit of his stomach. Touching one made him almost want to retch. He pulled the sheets back and they climbed into the bed. Her shivering form pushed up against his and he held her in his arms. Her body and warmth, he could feel, and he knew it was because she was allowing it. It almost pained him to know she was protecting him from the cold.
Her head was tucked under his chin as they laid on their sides facing each other. One gloved hand stroked her hair.
"I missed you," she whispered against his chest. He placed a chaste kiss on the top of her head in response, and they laid there for what felt like hours. Hux never closed his eyes, fearing if the did then he would go back to his office; just staring at her was enough.
Eerie whispers echoed in the room. They bounced off the walls and barraged his ears. She moved to look at him, her eyes sad.
"When will I see you next?" Hux asked, but she shrugged in a noncommittal reply. The whispers began to get louder for the both of them and a faint dinging noise was brought to his attention. He could feel his hold on this world she brought him to was fading. With a small wave of her hand, their connection was severed.
He jerked upright in his office chair. The dinging was coming from his holopad. A reminder of an appointment he had in 15 minutes with his Lieutenants. Hux growled and turned his chair back towards his desk, all but tossing his holopad onto it. If he could shatter the damn thing then he would, but that would be almost Ren-like in his tantrum. Shooting the rest of his whiskey down, he settled for a hard scowl and stood up from his chair to head towards his appointment in the conference room. A dark aura radiated from him that made his assistant almost question him. He silenced her budding sentence with an intense glare and strode past her desk.
As he made his way through the hallways, troopers and officers stopping to salute him and him ignoring every single one of them, he couldn't help but think about the rumors he knew that floated around about him. He never once kept a woman for them to see or, for that matter, a man for them to see. Originally there had been rumors that he was gay, but after many years without any partner, those rumors moved on to him being asexual. He never once tried to silence them, for they kept her safe and less of a target.
He heard the whispers about a stick up his ass, and if he would just relax if he finally got laid. Hux could almost be entirely sure that that assumption was false. His job would never allow him to relax. His bond with her was the perfect relationship. He need not worry about her safety, nor would he have to worry about an entirely inappropriate workplace romance.
Hux arrived to the conference room early, but all his Lieutenants were there already. They stood to salute him, and when he sat at the head of the table, they sat as well. He kept his scowl on his face as they droned on at him. Completely useless information, but it seemed to keep morale up to give him weekly updates so he begrudgingly went along with the meetings.
Briefly he felt her soft caress on his mind and his gaze softened for a moment. He knew she could feel his exacerbation and wanted to ease it. Hux knew she wasn't there, nor was she listening, but their bond was strongest right after a connection was made and she could feel him.
Yes, this was the most perfect relationship he could hope for in a position like his.
A/N: Ok, ok, ok I know no one ever looks at author notes but here I go babbling at ya'll. I basically have this entire thing written out and done, I just want to see the reaction I get before I post more chapters and such. This will be a 3 chapter long story (bonus 4 if this gets attention bc I'm a greedy turd like that).
All chapters are based off the album, "Sinses" by BLOOM & Dylan Brady.
Chapter 1: Raindrops
Chatper 2: Your Look
Chapter 3: Imagination
Anyways I just wanted a more in character Hux. 90% of the stories I read here he's wildly OOC and as much as I love it... I WANT THE REAL HUX. Ok love you guys, see ya later.