Though this year we’re doing things a little differently, we hope you still feel inspired and excited to get involved with #reyuxmas2019. Over the course of six weeks, we’ll have a weekly theme to hopefully inspire all kinds of fics and art related to the Hux/Rey relationship.
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Summary: After the Resistance victory, former General Hux finds himself without direction, with only one place to go: into former enemy territory. While Finn, Chewie, and Poe hesitantly vouch for his character, a skeptical Rey isn't so sure if she can trust their new shaky ally. Then again, she's also going through an identity crisis of her own—one Hux can relate to all too well. The two find themselves journeying to figure out his shaky past, and what it might mean for the future of the galaxy.
Preview:
How the hell did a First Order general survive the battle on Exegol, let alone make it to the Resistance base on Ajan Kloss? Brow furrowing, Rey nudged her way past her friends and began pursuing Hux, grateful that the Force had told her to be wary. This man was one of the most dangerous in the galaxy, from everything she'd heard from Finn and Poe. He shouldn't be kept alive after what he'd just seen here, nor for his crimes as someone so associated with the First Order.
Brothers in Arms / Coming Home for Christmas - A Reyux Christmas Fic
Chapter 1 of the Reyux Christmas fic is up, with a very special focus on Hux as our story begins! A very mysterious letter from 75 years ago shows up in Hux's mail, addressed to a woman from her lover serving overseas in World War II. What will he do with it? Will the letter ever find its way back home?
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Summary: Rey’s attempt to bake cookies for girl’s night Christmas movie marathon with Rose, Paige, and Kaydel is a disaster and she’s sure her boyfriend, Armitage, will be absolutely livid when he sees the mess she made.
So, I’m doing Reyuxmas this year but I’ve decided to keep my ficlets inside some of the same universes. I know you all love to comment on ao3 (I always get requests to put my stuff there) -- and I will, eventually. But for now, I’m posting the pieces here.
Once every piece in a particular verse for Reyuxmas is done, they’ll go into one ao3 post dedicated to that one verse during Reyuxmas. So, this is part 1 of 3 or 4 ficlets in the GBBO verse -- once all 3 or 4 (I haven’t decided yet) are posted, then they’ll go in one big ao3 post.
please for the love of god don’t ask me to post them separately i’m stressed enough as it is without thinking about making 12 ao3 posts
Without further ado: Rey and Hux shortly after the end of A Curious Mix:
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Sugar Cookies.
Easy, right?
Rey had pitched the idea to Hux as a way for them to spend time together, as well as an excuse for her to travel to London again. She hadn’t yet been back since her victory vacation at the end of the final on Bake-Off. It had only been a few weeks, and while she was fielding some emails and calls from people in the baking world who wanted to make her a big star, Rey was trying to take it slow and make every decision with a level head.
But her best decision to date was to ask Hux if he wanted to bake with her, in preparation for the holidays. He’d agreed, and Rey made plans to spend a long weekend in London with him, at his flat. They were going to bake sugar cookies and watch her favorite holiday film, Love Actually, and enjoy each other’s company.
When she’d arrived on Thursday evening, Hux had dinner ready for her, and they spent most of the night talking and kissing and making up for several weeks with nothing but phone calls and text messages to get themselves through. They were up well into the evening, but Hux had taken off work the following day, so they didn’t even have to set an alarm.
Friday was baking day. Hux’s kitchen was fully stocked with all the ingredients and tools they could possibly need to make the most delicious, extravagant holiday sugar cookies ever seen. It seemed a fitting endeavor given they’d just competed on Bake-Off together a few months prior. But they’d never baked together, just in opposition, so this was also something new and exciting — Rey would be lying if she said she wasn’t a little excited to see what the two of them could do when teamed up on a baking project.
“Okay, what’s first?” Rey asked, standing at the counter facing the Kitchenaid mixer, eager to get started.
“Cream the butter and sugar,” he said, passing her some softened sticks of butter and the jar of sugar.
Easily, Rey plopped the sticks of butter into the mixing bowl and then the jar of sugar. She brought it to the lip of the bowl to pour, but Hux interrupted her immediately.
“Aren’t you going to weigh it?”
She hesitated, but didn’t lower the jar of sugar. “I — no?”
Hux narrowed his eyes. “Why?”
“Because I don’t need to?”
Again, she hadn’t set down the jar of sugar. She was ready to pour and knew she didn’t need to weigh to get it right.
“Of course you need to,” Hux said, pushing the food scale across the counter towards her. “What if you add the wrong amount?”
Rey shook her head. “I won’t. I can sense when there’s enough.”
“Rey.”
He clearly sounded like he didn’t believe her. But she’d won Bake-Off, so her method couldn’t be nearly as bad as he was making it out to be.
“Hux.”
She didn’t want to budge on this; she knew that she could do it, and was a little frustrated that he didn’t trust her, or didn’t want to take the risk to find out if she really could do it. Instead of answering her, Hux opted to go to a cabinet and pull out a small bowl. He set it on the food scale, tared it, and then gestured to Rey. “Please,” he turned the scale so only he could see the numbers. “Weigh out two-hundred grams of sugar for the recipe.”
Rey looked annoyed. “You want me to prove it?”
“Baking is a science,” he responded. “It’s a far more exact art than cooking. With baking you need precision. Just a dash too much and the whole recipe could be ruined.
Rey huffed. “We’re making sugar cookies. Sugar is the main ingredient. Nobody is going to care whether or not they have a little too much sugar.”
Defiantly, Rey shook the jar of sugar until the bowl looked to be holding two-hundred grams of sugar. She could never explain how she knew such things; she just had an instinct, something inside of her that helped to enhance the things she could already do, could make her stronger.
Once she set the jar down, she crossed her arms and watched Hux, one eyebrow raised.
“Well?”
He turned the scale to face her. “Two-hundred and two,” he said. Then, he pulled a spoon from the drawer and removed two grams of sugar to make the recipe precise. “Was that so hard?”
He poured the sugar into the mixing bowl and Rey, who was actually a little hurt that he hadn’t been more impressed with her near-perfect estimation, walked away from the mixer to sit on one of the barstools at the opposite side. She sipped at her tea even though it was lukewarm at best, so therefore not very appetizing, and told herself to calm down. It wasn’t a big deal. They just had very different approaches to baking.
Hux glanced at Rey as the mixer whirred, effectively interrupting any conversation they could have had. Sensing that she just wanted a minute to herself, he added the vanilla extract and eggs to the recipe.
Instead of speaking, Hux turned the recipe to her and passed her a bowl, a jar of flour, and some baking powder. He wanted her to mix the dry ingredients together.
Rather snarkily, Rey grabbed the food scale and put the bowl atop it. She measured out the correct amount of each ingredient, only rolling her eyes once. Baking wasn’t as fun when she couldn’t do it her way — and Hux’s kitchen rules were much more rigid than she’d expected. It was no surprise, of course, that he was precise, but she hadn’t expected to have that imposed upon her in the kitchen.
Once she’d measured out the dry ingredients, he stepped aside to let her back at the mixer. Slowly, Rey walked around the kitchen island to mix them into the wet ingredients currently in th mixing bowl.
But of course, as soon as she began to tip the bowl of flour and baking powder, Hux interrupted.
“Aren’t you going to sift it?”
She paused and huffed again. “What?”
“You have to sift it.”
Hux pointed to the sifter on the countertop, watching Rey carefully.
“It doesn’t make a difference,” Rey shrugged.
She tipped the bowl of dry ingredients again, and a few flecks of flour fell in. “Rey, stop,” Hux said. “It does make a difference. Sifting the flour gets out all the chunks. It’s especially important with baking powder which clumps fairly easily. And more than that, it creates a softer textured cookie. Sifting is essential.”
Yet again, Hux had swooped in, thinking he knew better than her — even though she’d beat him in a baking competition just a few months earlier. So much for a fun date idea, Rey thought bitterly to herself.
“You do it, then.”
Beyond frustrated with the situation by that point, Rey set the bowl of dry ingredients back on the counter, flour puffing up into the air in a way that would have been comedic, had there not been so much tension in the air. Immediately after, Rey left the kitchen, her feet falling a little more heavily on the floor than was entirely necessary. Hux watched her with both confusion and annoyance as she stormed off, the mixer still running, an annoying whir in the background.
Rey stomped all the way until she reached the bathroom and shut herself inside, locking the door behind her.
She’d just wanted to see him and spend time with him.
They’d met on a baking show, so it seemed a wise decision to do that activity together.
It was disappointing, how wrong she’d been.
Tears pricked at her eyes as Rey paced back and forth in the modest sized bathroom. Her lower lip was wobbling and she felt so stupid for being upset. It was just baking. But it was something they should have had in common, not something that made them fight. But he refused to let her do things her way in the kitchen, and it felt wrong to Rey to try to buck against what he was saying and do it her way regardless. He was letting her stay with him, after all.
Eventually, she gave in to the tears, deciding she’d probably feel better after a good cry, even if she hated herself for crying in the first place.
She sank down onto the floor, to preoccupied by her tears and self-deprecating thoughts to enjoy the way the cool tiles felt against her skin. The kitchen had been quite warm.
What did this mean for their new, budding relationship if the two of them couldn’t even do something as simple as bake cookies together? Was it a sign? Did Bake-Off set them up for a fling, but nothing long term?
Rey’s chest ached as she thought about it, about how disappointed she was that her date idea had failed spectacularly. About the fact that it could actually, genuinely, quite possibly tear them apart. Did Hux think her melodramatic for stomping out of the kitchen the way she had?
Worse: had she actually overreacted?
Even after her tears subsided, Rey stayed in the bathroom. She felt a little immature for doing so, but she wanted space. She needed to calm down and try to stop overthinking before she faced him and said something she’d regret.
Before she could prepare herself to leave the room, there was a knock on the door. She hesitated, and then opened her mouth to answer, but before she could, he spoke.
“Rey, I’m sorry.”
She stayed quiet, moving only to pull the sleeves of her jumper further down her arms and around her hands.
He must have heard her, but understood she wasn’t leaving, because after a moment Rey heard shuffling outside the door and then noticed a gentle push against it. He was sitting on the opposite side, presumably — letting her have space and privacy. Rey was immensely grateful that he understood, and he wasn’t pushing it.
“We clearly have different baking styles and I shouldn’t have tried to make you change.”
Rey chewed on her lip. What would she even say to that? Agree with him? That seemed unwise, given how precarious the whole situation was.
“And I shouldn’t have tried to teach you, either. You’re a very skilled baker. The whole country knows it. Or, they will soon, rather. You don’t need me barking orders in your ear.”
The show hadn’t begun airing yet, but it would very soon. And he was right, but at the same time — it put into relief just how much Rey didn’t know about baking. She’d gotten through Bake-Off the way she got through most things: lots of risks and the sheer dumb luck that most of the risks paid off. She wasn’t trained like Hux — he was self trained, but still — he knew all the science behind the reactions of different ingredients, and how to handle them to get the right textures… Rey knew so little. He’d made her feel stupid. Like a child, all over again.
“Rey, it’s probably best if we…”
Her breath caught and she closed her eyes, bracing for the worst. His sentence was beginning in the most ominous way she could have imagined.
“I… hope you don’t take this the wrong way, but I think that, after today…”
Rey squeezed the sleeves of her sweater with her hands and squished her eyes shut, trying not to get too scared. This was her first real, serious relationship — or so she’d thought. Had she just screwed it up beyond repair? Over a stupid sugar cookie recipe? She could practically hear her heartbeat, her heart was racing so fast.
“We probably shouldn’t bake together anymore.”
Immediately, her eyes snapped open. Rey scrambled to stand up and she opened the door so quickly that Hux had no time to prepare for it; he nearly fell over as the door flew open. He caught himself, though, and looked up at Rey where she stood over him.
It was clear as day that she’d been crying; her eyes were red rimmed and her sleeves had little white specks from where she’d wiped her nose on them, not really thinking about it. The look on her face was unreadable, though, and Hux didn’t say another word.
“Rey —”
“You scared me!”
Now it was Hux’s turn to scramble to his feet. He looked confused and quite uncomfortable, but Rey had bigger things to think about than that. She’d just thought he was going to break up with her, and… he’d just wanted to suggest they not bake together?
“You could have said that differently! I was so scared, I —”
Hux’s confusion only grew. “What? Why were you scared?”
“You made it sound like you were going to break up with me!”
He stared for a moment, and Rey assumed he was replaying the conversation in his head. She could see the exact moment when it dawned upon him, just how awful his approach had been. “I hadn’t meant to scare you,” he offered.
Rey looked up at Hux, and she wanted to be angry, she really did. But she couldn’t find it in her to hold onto that anger, to let it get the better of her. She didn’t like fighting with him — it made her miserable, and felt like a massive waste of their limited time together. She crossed her arms and took a few deep breaths, calming herself down. Everything was going to be okay. They weren’t breaking up. She had to keep reminding herself of that.
“Can I touch you?”
He’d stepped closer to her, but his hands were hovering just next to her body, like he wasn’t sure he was permitted to be physical with her after upsetting her.
Rey nodded, and as she did she reached out for him, sliding her arms around his waist. She rested her head upon his shoulder and lost herself in the embrace, in the small comfort she felt knowing that they weren’t completely done for.
“I’m sorry. I know you know what you’re doing in the kitchen and I shouldn’t have tried to boss you around.”
Rey shook her head. “It’s your recipe.”
“My mother’s, actually,” Hux amended, “and she wouldn’t have been pleased with me for bossing you around, either.”
It was the first he’d really spoken about her, at least in a way that let Rey catch a glimpse of her personality. She looked up at Hux, awed, and didn’t say a word. The moment settled upon her, the realization that he was opening up to her settling into her bones and pushing all fears aside.
“You get full control of the recipe, and the kitchen, when we make the icing.”
Hux’s peace offering was sweet, and Rey figured she would probably need to ask him to leave the kitchen whilst she did the mixing just to keep him from interjecting, but he meant well. She appreciated it.
Rey smiled and nodded her agreement. “Deal.”
“Now. The dough is chilling but we should start rolling it out and cutting shapes or we’ll be baking cookies into tomorrow,” he said.
“Right,” she agreed. “If we do that, we’ll just fight again.”
Hux was quiet; the fact that he knew his shortcomings and was aware that she was very right said a lot. Sugar cookies on their second in-person date would be the first and only time they’d bake together, so they had to make the most of it while preventing as much conflict as possible.
It would be a challenge, but one they could overcome.
