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Feral!Hux AU Part 2- picking up after this part, based firmly off of @solohux‘s exile AU.
The snows part. Kylo coaxes Hux onto his ship, and takes him home. The Finalizer has taken some battle-scars in the fracture since Snoke’s death, as has her most loyal crew- but they’re still there to greet their General, who is almost moved to tears to see Captain- Commander, now, Phasma, and his assistant Mitaka, who earned his battlefield promotion and lost an eye in the same instant fending off an attempted coup.
There is a short walk down the gangway of the ship. There is a brief speech. There is a very swift transfer over to medical, and Hux sleeps for three days with Kylo at his side. If he cannot be curled around him, what with the tubes and breathing treatments and the like- he can at least rest with hand on his.
For all that the First Order needs its General- factions have split off, there’s a mad scramble going on for scraps of power and infrastructure as commanders all look to be the next Supreme Leader- they also need him alive and healthy, and not likely to relapse at any moment. Kylo has full permission to sit on Hux and make sure he doesn’t overdo it on the datapad while they all work to get weight on him.
Hux acquiesces, especially once he sees the projections of his daughter. He has his priorities.
(They can delay things until she’s of a proper size, the techs say. If he maintains certain baselines, it’ll be far less of a shock to her than having to be transferred to a bacta-tank for the remainder of her gestation.)
Once he’s in a safer range, once he can get up and about without exhausting himself (beyond what’s normal, at this stage of things)- the galaxy is not ready to face General Hux. He has been honed to something beyond steel- like monofilament thread, deceptively thin and fragile, but mishandle it once and there go your fingers.
(Kylo finds it hot and terrifying in equal measure.)
The First Order is scattered, divided, leaderless- or rather, being made off with under far too many petty warlords, all vying to grab what they can in the chaos. Hux turns his attention to conquering his own Order- and once they are brought to heel, to fortifying what Empire they had established before things came crashing down. What he lacks in superweapons and resources, he makes up for in sheer ferocity.
No one believes it when they first see him on the comm-channels- hollow-cheeked and scruffy, with a strange mad light in his eyes. A looming shadow behind him, and a child first in his belly, and later in his arms, latched on as he informs the next world that they have twenty minutes to comply, or he will open fire.
Hell hath no fury like an omega with a pup to protect.