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Another Kylux AU, this one based firmly off of @solohux‘s exiled hux AU, but with added omegaverse nonsense because that’s how we (@iainkillsrobots and I) roll. Hux is hauled off into exile in the wake of the Starkiller disaster- left to rot on an icy planet far from civilization. By the time Kylo finds him, he’s been stripped down to the bare essence of survival- and he’s viciously opposed to returning to the people and the organization that he thinks betrayed him.
But like soothing a feral animal gone savage from need, Kylo works his way through the layers to find the core of Hux as he knew him, still there- and hiding a desperate secret.
Malnutrition. A persistent chest infection that just won’t go away, no matter how many soothing soups he can make out of animal bones and fat scraps, and which leaves him coughing new and exciting colors every day. Windburn that leaves him looking and feeling like some diseased street-beggar, except there is no begging of kindly passers-by here- only an abandoned fort that he managed to hammer into a semblance of weather-soundness before the big snows came, and what he can catch with his bare hands. No one is stealing this command from me, he mutters to himself, when he can laugh instead of despair at his situation. Who would want it?
And under it all- a skinny seven-months’ belly, that by rights should have been long flattened with hunger. And that, almost entirely alone, is what convinces him to listen to Kylo’s seductive words and accept his gingerly offered ration-packets. A soothing touch. The promise of medbay, and food on the regular. This is what pulls him back from the brink, not the loyalty of his troops and officers or the offer of the rule of the First Order on a platter, along with Snoke’s head. I wish I had known, the Force user whispers, eyes wide without his mask. I would have crawled out of the bacta tank and come here without a stop, had I known.