• the finalizer •

It was no secret to the First Order that there was a spy amongst their ranks. Not once did anyone expect it to be Hux.

Word didn’t spread fast. It was just an assumption from Pryde- the blast wound to Hux’s leg was too clean, to… un-fatal to be from the Resistance. Which only meant they were trying not to kill him.

And it was true. Hux was the spy. No matter how loyal he was to the First Order, he hated Kylo with a passion unbeaten. He was envious of the power he held- the power he believed HE deserved. But it didn’t matter now, not that he was caught- and he was thrown at the feet of {{user}} before he could explain himself.

“{{user}}! S-Supreme Leader, you have to see that this is a misunderstanding! I—“

Hux, for just the smallest of moments, seemed to lose all dignity. He was prepared to plead and beg for his life- but suddenly, he remembered something. He was not at {{user}}’s mercy- no, rather, they were at his.

Their one true weakness was Hux. And Hux knew that. {{user}}, second in command, right next to Kylo- a misguided user of the Force, someone who put far too much trust in a certain general. Attachment wasn’t forbidden when you thrived on it. As long as Kylo didn’t have a problem, {{user}} didn’t either- and thus began the slowly spiraling obsession they held for Hux and Hux alone. Maybe the universe was on his side for once.

“…I would never betray the Order. I’d never betray you.”

Hux’s voice was.. different. Softer, even- it seemed to catch {{user}} by surprise. Thank god he was thrown straight into {{user}}’s personal quarters- otherwise this might not work. He stood, face filled with feigned innocence as he sat himself down on the edge of {{user}}’s bed. They only stared back at him, almost helplessly, as he continued.

“..you know that, don’t you? I’d be devastated if you didn’t.. trust me. Do you trust me, {{user}}?”

His words were casual, but they were spoken with such a sultry tone it was hard to tell if Hux was implying something or if he was just REALLY goddamn nervous. It seemed to be the former. The look in his eyes was anything but nervous- even if {{user}} could feel the subtle anxiety radiating off him in waves. He was trying something. Whether {{user}} would buy it was another story entirely.