I was in search of a pic I’d drawn this past summer (coughs involving Hux and tentacles coughs) but I came across this one instead. Demon!Hux from my collab with @brawlite. My laptop is such a black hole and I’m not even sure what’s in there…. lol
Kylo turns only slightly, breaking his gaze on the Finalizer’s working hangar bay to see Hux approaching him, solemn as ever since Starkiller’s collapse.
“Your TIE is prepped for its test flight,” Hux says, tone sharp, not wasting a breath.
“Good.”
The General’s mind flashes with annoyance for a brief second, making Kylo smirk, before it returns to its newfound quietness, hushed by his crushing pain of failure. Kylo can feel it.
“Ever the conversationalist, Master Ren,” and the familiar click of Hux’s polished boots against the floor tells Kylo that he’s leaving, frustrated.
“General. Wait.”
Immediately, Hux turns, and so does Kylo, now facing each other across the room where even the workings of the hangar bay behind them isn’t louder than the silence that’s been plaguing them.
More was lost on Starkiller than the base and troops.
Kylo’s first step forward is hesitant as though he subconsciously questions whether Hux would even want to be close to him after their agreed separation, or whether that closeness would give them both the kick of passion that their hearts need.
Hux does not move.
“Thank you, for saving me from Starkiller,” Kylo says.
“I was follwing orders,” Hux retorts quickly, averting his gaze to the floor, making more of an effort to look anywhere but at Kylo’s scarred face.
“You could’ve ignored them. Lied. Wouldn’t be the first time you deceive people about the death of someone close to you.”
Hux’s eyebrows raise. “My father–”
“–is still burdening you like he’s still here. You dream of him scolding you for Starkiller’s loss. He’s there. Like a scar that won’t fade.”
Kylo reaches for Hux’s left hand, his dominant hand, and cups it gently, eyeing the pale skin of his wrist where the leather material ends.
“Ren, don’t–”
“Ah. Just–just let me see.”
Hux’s nose scrunches as Kylo pulls his glove off, obviously in discomfort, but Kylo hushes him until the glove is off and Hux’s scarred palm is on show, seared from a mishap on his rescue mission for Kylo.
“Let the past die,” Kylo says, bringing his gaze from Hux’s scarred palm to meet his burdened green eyes. “Kill it, if you have to. That’s the only what to become what you were meant to be.”
There’s a familiar flicker of an emotion in Kylo’s mind then, something he hasn’t felt for a while but brings a flutter to his heart. Hux’s happiness.
“And what, pray tell, would that be, Kylo?”
Kylo guides Hux’s palm up to his face, though Hux reflexively turns his hand to cup Kylo’s cheek once it’s near. Both search each other’s eyes, looking for meaning, looking for the fire that was once at the forefronts of their minds for each other before the blizzard came and took out
“What about updates? Troubleshooting? Overwrites?” “I am unable to connect to the Directive, Sir.” “That is very curious. That’s a base command. It should be impossible not to connect. Unless it is manually deactivated… but even then it reboots automatically once your OS does.” “It is not accessible to me.” “So you function without directives? What gives you executive commands?” “I act according to… I am actually unable to answer this question, Sir. But I act… according to… something. Some… drive?” “Right.” “I am broken, Sir.” “You see I’m not entirely sure about that. For a broken droid, you function remarkable well.” “But something is wrong.” “Something is definitely unusual, I grant you that, R-E-N.” “Sir… are you here to terminate me?” “No.” “Are you here to fix me?” “…” “Can you fix me, Sir?” “… I don’t know what’s wrong with you yet. I would like to run some tests.” “Of course, Sir. … Sir?” “Yes?” “If you find something… Can you make it right again?” “…” “Please? Sir?” “I don’t know.”
Modern benarmie au in which Armie is on a road trip to scatter his father’s ashes, a condition of the will. He hates everything about this, and in a fit of pique he picks up Ben, a hitchhiker, who is much bigger than he is and looks dangerous. When Ben hears what Armie is doing, he asks, “Did you kill him?” Armie says no, then adds with a laugh that he almost wishes he had. Ben responds after a pause, “I killed my father,” and Armie starts to wonder if he’s made a terrible mistake. But by this point he’s oddly attracted to this sullen, sharp-witted boy, and despite himself he wants to see how this whole thing will turn out.
@cosleia (oO v Oo) in my head it all turns out sad but good? *cries*
When there’s a commotion, he still gets the urge to jump in front of Hux and put his arm over where Roman Emperor Hux got stabbed before he could protect him, dozens of lifetimes ago. There’s a darker patch of freckles right there, above his heart.
dispatches from the dumpster 