Hux's is smiling, his cheek hovering over '87's hand so his ear wasn't obstructed to what he clearly expected to be an enthusiastic yes. He's radiating almost bright enough to power Starkiller and his strawberry blonde hair had managed to get get disheveled in the meantime. He looks almost normal and harmless. "What do you say, FN-2187?"
But '87 is a trained solider. One of Phasma's best and leader of the FN Corps. He knew 'no' wasn't an option so he nodded quickly, half in fear and half in eagerness that Hux will get off of him once he gets an answer.
Oh, you poor fool, the voice returns as Hux grabs either side of 87's face and kisses him deeply. '
"You'll be the happiest man in the universe," Hux's hand plays in '87's hair while his head rests on the 'trooper's opposite shoulder. He's looking up at '87, who is staring rigidly in front of him, and speaking softly in a happy, dizzying daze. "We'll rule this universe with an iron fist. My mind with your beauty, grace, and intelligence. Our children..."
Opportunity strikes too soon after a particularly horrifying experience on Jakku. '87 cannot figure out which was worse: being planet side or the pre-departure pep talk with Hux.
Hux, in the less than days that has passed since their engagement, has filed the proper paperwork to register their marriage on his home-planet. Hux, who has picked out floral arrangements and color scheme of their wedding (First Order gray and red, naturally). Ideally, Supreme Leader Snoke would deliver the keynote toast .
It was getting ridiculous.
"FN-2187, this is your first mission planet-side..."
This has become a common practice anytime '87 did anything regardless how mundane. '87 and Hux are in their room (turns out has closely been making his things over), standing toe-to-toe. Hux's has a firm grip of '87's hands. He leaning down slightly to touch the top of his forehead to the top of '87's.
Hux's tone is always naggingly, mournfully, and terrifyingly sweet. "I'm worried something will happen to you out there." He kisses '87's forehead and rests his chin atop '87's head, "Come back safely, okay, sweetheart?"
"Yeah..." '87 says, backing away. He wasn't sure when Hix had started saying sweetheart but it was his go-to lately. "I have to go to the hangar now so..." He pull out of Hux's grip, "I'm leaving. Now."
"Okay." Hux sighs tearfully like a parent watching their child go off to their first day of school. '87 runs down the hall, hoping Hux didn't try to stop him.
The mission was all sorts of awful but he has a pilot, the last step of his plan. All he has to do is break him free.
Which turns out to be surprisingly easy beyond the scare with the TIE fighter and the chord.
The pilot's Dameron, Poe Dameron. Resistance pilot. '87--Finn, it was okay by him to be called Finn--didn't know there were such normal people in the universe.
--
"Sir, the prisoner has escaped. Aided and abetted by one of out own!" The officer salutes his report to Hux on the bridge.
Hux is eager to see if FN-2187 is alright and didn't much care for the escaped prisoner. They extracted all they could from him and the surface scans will probably confirm both were dead on impact. It was the droid they needed. But as a formality of his post, Hux inquired anyways. "Who helped the prisoner escape?"
"Stormtrooper FN-2187, sir."
Hux's distracted gaze sharpened instantly and he forced the officer to repeat the designation. "It's a mistake." Hux says quite simple, disbelief saturating each word.
"I don't think so." Kylo's modulated voices chimes in front of him. "I wonder what he was running away from."
Phasma bit her tongue and hoped Kylo would follow suit. "FN-2187 must have been forced to do it. The Resistance scum must have overpowered him..." Hux imagines scenes of horror and a light gasp escapes his lips.
"No, I think he just left." The modulated monotone pieces through the now very silent bridge.
Hux ignored him. The crash landing. Oh no. No no no no no. "Survey team! Did they survive the crash?"
"We have two potential life readings from the crash site, sir. Thermal heat from the derby makes it hard to get an absolute confirmation."
"Lock onto them and prepare a shuttle."
"Sir?"
Hux repeats his orders and steps off the bridge. "You're husband's coming for you, FN-2187." Hux mutters under his breath as he heads to the hangar, "Even if I have to set the galaxy aflame!"
--
Meanwhike, Kylo is on the bridge. Collecting 10 credits from Phasma. Phasma finishes paying him off, "I should need have underestimated the prowess of my best solider. But waiting until the night duty still would have been tactically better."
Kylo counts the credits before stuffing them in his belt. "If he had waited that long, he wouldn't need have been able to escape Hux."
Phasma shrugs, still believing the tactical route is the best route. Both sets of mask stare out at the shuttle making it's ways down to Jakku. Phasma salutes. "Godspeed, FN-2187. Godspeed."
FILL: Finn/Hux, "darling sweetheart" 2/2
But '87 is a trained solider. One of Phasma's best and leader of the FN Corps. He knew 'no' wasn't an option so he nodded quickly, half in fear and half in eagerness that Hux will get off of him once he gets an answer.
Oh, you poor fool, the voice returns as Hux grabs either side of 87's face and kisses him deeply. '
"You'll be the happiest man in the universe," Hux's hand plays in '87's hair while his head rests on the 'trooper's opposite shoulder. He's looking up at '87, who is staring rigidly in front of him, and speaking softly in a happy, dizzying daze. "We'll rule this universe with an iron fist. My mind with your beauty, grace, and intelligence. Our children..."
'87's eyes go wide. Hux...with children. He is too mortified to even laugh incredulously. '87 doesn't stop to think about how Hux plans to acquire children because his mind is racing for ways to get as far from his sociopathic fiancée as possible
---
Opportunity strikes too soon after a particularly horrifying experience on Jakku. '87 cannot figure out which was worse: being planet side or the pre-departure pep talk with Hux.
Hux, in the less than days that has passed since their engagement, has filed the proper paperwork to register their marriage on his home-planet. Hux, who has picked out floral arrangements and color scheme of their wedding (First Order gray and red, naturally). Ideally, Supreme Leader Snoke would deliver the keynote toast .
It was getting ridiculous.
"FN-2187, this is your first mission planet-side..."
This has become a common practice anytime '87 did anything regardless how mundane. '87 and Hux are in their room (turns out has closely been making his things over), standing toe-to-toe. Hux's has a firm grip of '87's hands. He leaning down slightly to touch the top of his forehead to the top of '87's.
Hux's tone is always naggingly, mournfully, and terrifyingly sweet. "I'm worried something will happen to you out there." He kisses '87's forehead and rests his chin atop '87's head, "Come back safely, okay, sweetheart?"
"Yeah..." '87 says, backing away. He wasn't sure when Hix had started saying sweetheart but it was his go-to lately. "I have to go to the hangar now so..." He pull out of Hux's grip, "I'm leaving. Now."
"Okay." Hux sighs tearfully like a parent watching their child go off to their first day of school. '87 runs down the hall, hoping Hux didn't try to stop him.
The mission was all sorts of awful but he has a pilot, the last step of his plan. All he has to do is break him free.
Which turns out to be surprisingly easy beyond the scare with the TIE fighter and the chord.
The pilot's Dameron, Poe Dameron. Resistance pilot. '87--Finn, it was okay by him to be called Finn--didn't know there were such normal people in the universe.
--
"Sir, the prisoner has escaped. Aided and abetted by one of out own!" The officer salutes his report to Hux on the bridge.
Hux is eager to see if FN-2187 is alright and didn't much care for the escaped prisoner. They extracted all they could from him and the surface scans will probably confirm both were dead on impact. It was the droid they needed. But as a formality of his post, Hux inquired anyways. "Who helped the prisoner escape?"
"Stormtrooper FN-2187, sir."
Hux's distracted gaze sharpened instantly and he forced the officer to repeat the designation. "It's a mistake." Hux says quite simple, disbelief saturating each word.
"I don't think so." Kylo's modulated voices chimes in front of him. "I wonder what he was running away from."
Phasma bit her tongue and hoped Kylo would follow suit. "FN-2187 must have been forced to do it. The Resistance scum must have overpowered him..." Hux imagines scenes of horror and a light gasp escapes his lips.
"No, I think he just left." The modulated monotone pieces through the now very silent bridge.
Hux ignored him. The crash landing. Oh no. No no no no no. "Survey team! Did they survive the crash?"
"We have two potential life readings from the crash site, sir. Thermal heat from the derby makes it hard to get an absolute confirmation."
"Lock onto them and prepare a shuttle."
"Sir?"
Hux repeats his orders and steps off the bridge. "You're husband's coming for you, FN-2187." Hux mutters under his breath as he heads to the hangar, "Even if I have to set the galaxy aflame!"
--
Meanwhike, Kylo is on the bridge. Collecting 10 credits from Phasma. Phasma finishes paying him off, "I should need have underestimated the prowess of my best solider. But waiting until the night duty still would have been tactically better."
Kylo counts the credits before stuffing them in his belt. "If he had waited that long, he wouldn't need have been able to escape Hux."
Phasma shrugs, still believing the tactical route is the best route. Both sets of mask stare out at the shuttle making it's ways down to Jakku. Phasma salutes. "Godspeed, FN-2187. Godspeed."