Hux runs one hand over his face, sitting bolt upright in his bed and trying to brush sweaty hair off his forehead. His shoulders are clammy, and his back aches, as though he’s spent the night flat on the deck, instead of in his own soft bed. He blinks, trying to banish the cobwebs of his dreams from his mind.
He’d seen Phasma there. She’d glared at him, every inch of the young scavenger she’d been when they’d first met. Her voice had been high and panicked as she called out to him, the mask of her anger falling away as she’d tried desperately to reach him. I died for you, she’d said. I lived my entire life for you, killed for you, fought for you, and then I died for you. Why didn’t you save me?
Hux had tried to go to her in his dream, running across a wide open plain, but she’d disappeared into the distance, vanishing into a storm of dust and wind, as Brendol’s laughter washed over Hux from behind. He’d turned then, and his father’s pursed lips and beady eyes had knocked the wind out of him. It’s your fault, Brendol had said. I knew you’d fail. You could have been Supreme Leader, and look at what you are instead. A pet, kept on a leash, a figurehead to the troops.
I’m not, Hux had tried to protest, but Brendol had only laughed, his voice washing over him. Hux had woken then, and now he sits in a cold sweat, trying to shake away his dreams.
The sound of the sonic fades away, and Hux straightens his shoulders. By the time Ren walks back into the room, he’s managed to brush his hair back, and square his soft sleep shirt. He purses his lips, hoping to look annoyed.
Ren stops in the middle of the room, in only his leggings, staring at Hux. Then he comes over, moving softly across the room as he only does this early in the morning. He slides onto the bed next to Hux, one hand coming to rest on Hux’s back and the other threading through Hux’s wet hair. Hux grimaces. It must feel disgusting. Ren doesn’t seem to mind, though.
“Another nightmare?” he asks.
“No,” Hux says flatly. “Nothing like that.”
“I can feel it when you lie.” Ren shuffles around until he’s sitting behind Hux, his legs spread and Hux cradled between them.
“I’m not lying about it,” Hux says. “It was just a dream. It’s no more than I deserve.”
“What does that mean?” Ren asks, his fingers clenching in Hux’s hair and tugging a few strands tight enough that Hux grimaces. Ren makes a soft noise and relaxes his hand, petting the place he hurt.
“I dreamt about Phasma,” Hux admits in a small voice. “And my father.”
“No more dreaming of the dead, Hux. They’re gone. They don’t matter. They’re nothing to you,” Ren says flatly.
“Phasma mattered,” Hux protests. “Phasma matters. I wouldn’t expect you to understand.”
Ren wraps an arm around Hux’s waist, pulling Hux back against him and nuzzling into Hux’s throat. “I wish I didn’t. The Force knows that I wish I didn’t understand. But I do, Hux. I do. Only… no more. I can’t do this any more, can’t feel this much.”
“Neither can I,” Hux admits, and tears finally cover his cheeks.
So I saw this absolutely gorgeous piece of art by@threi, and it struck me through my little shrivelled grinch heart. I wrote a tiny little piece for it but be warned because it is Not Nice. Warnings for Major Character Deaths, sadness, planets exploding etc. Kylux, post TLJ and musing on their inevitable demise…
So this is how it ends, Hux thought numbly.
Not with victory, nor with honour. Not even with the honest steel of a ship beneath his feet, a blaster in hand and enemies at the front. It was to end with coldness. And silence. And nothing.
The knights of ren! A “what if” scenario. As much as I loved the fight scene in Snoke’s throne room, I was still disappointed we did not see the knights of ren.
Kylo ren and his knights pretty much kill Snoke and general Hux which enables them to take control of the first order.
The knights of ren are based on the official concept art for the force awakens.
His face is pressed into the crown of Ren’s hair. He can smell the faint smell of burning leaves and melting snow. His hands encircled Ren’s middle and keep him in the place. Hux is probably the only who is in the state when he can feel more than just cold touch of snowflakes. The heat is coming from underneath the centre, burns under his feet. When he holds his breath, he can hear the planet breaking apart.
He holds Ren a little closer after that. Was is really worth it? he asks himself and they both fall on the ground. Ren is barely conscious. The blood is spilling out of the wound on his side. Hux wonders if it wouldn’t be merciful to kill him now, but he is a selfish man. He presses a kiss against the feverish skin. It’s too cold for them to be outside.
Last night he promised Ren victory and tonight he’ll lead him to the mouth of hell. Hux’s heart shatters. There was so much he wanted to do, so many words to conquer. He looks around, sees the flames of the power he once controlled. Now it has no care for its master.
Ren whimpers under his touch. “Shh,” shushes him Hux gently. Too gently maybe, but there is no one to witness such act. “Soon it will be over.”
“Hux,” whispers Ren. His face is pale, eyes intense.
The wind plays with Hux’s hair. He fixes his fingers. Those last moments between two of them are unlike any others. They are quiet. The only sound is breathing. In hose last moments Hux finds out that there are no words left. He watches as his creation destroys itself. He hugs Ren closer.
“Do you think I can be forgiven for all I’ve done?” rasps out Ren. His cheeks are wet. Hux presses a last kiss to his lips.
“I believe so,” he says and closes his eyes. “I know it.”
The planet crumbles under their feet. In the end, none of them feels the cold anymore.
Another sketch. Idea isn’t mine, but it’s so sad( Ну почему я не могу в милоту!? Я тоже хочу рисовать милые стрипы с котейкой, но нет, БОЛЬШЕ ДРАМЫ БОГУ ДРАМЫ!(
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