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Wowowow I am so excited to see where this is heading. Beautifully written so far!

Yesssss!!!!

Hahahaha omg this is incredible

YES. I KNEW IT. I knew there was another wonderful graphic. :D
(This anon is very easily amused.)
Thank you, mod.

Oh, but you might want to update the main post with gigantic text for those using flat view. :3

This is a beautiful idea!

You just took a crackish prompt and turned it deep and I love it

HAHAHAH BEST

This was lovely.

This was marvelous!

(Mini fill b/c I can't write the actual parental abuse. What little I've read about Commandant Brendol Hux makes me unhappy, to say the least. However, I am also one of those people who, when watching Inception, fell in love with Robert ~~and not just b/c he's a GQMF~~ and wanted Eames to comfort the poor man. No one else cared about him, damn it! Errr, anyway, back on-topic... I hope this is okay.)

Even from this distance, Kylo could feel it: pain, embarrassment, outrage, fear. Other emotions swirled together as well, forming a rather poignant anxiety cocktail. Everything in Kylo instinctively told him to leave, to avoid coming into contact, to not risk becoming infected with it himself--but he locked it away with one deep breath.

He slowly walked through the large storage area, a small warehouse within a large warehouse on a level of the Finalizer that didn't see much traffic. Some of the crates and boxes he passed were dusty. Following the anxiety like a scent led him to a more concrete trail: fresh smears in the dust, including a few partial handprints.

Kylo almost called out, but stopped short with his lips parted when he heard a noise. A sniffling noise. His boots, however, scuffed the floor and announced his presence anyway; so he cleared his throat and tried again.

"General?"

After a few seconds, a shadow moved near the wall some twenty meters ahead of him, and even in the dim light the slender form of Hux was unmistakable.

"Ren," he acknowledged. His voice sounded rough and wrong. "Unless it's an emergency, I would prefer--"

"--No. There isn't one, at least not with the ship." He strode closer but halted at Hux's expression, at the freshly split lip and the wetness in his eyes. His left cheek was still a little red in blotches. Kylo's own eyes narrowed to slits. "He hit you. Again."

A corner of Hux's mouth turned upward without a trace of humor. "A parting gift before he left." Then he tilted his head a little and sighed wearily. "Don't look at me like that. You can't honestly be that surprised."

From what he--and the rest of the ship--had witnessed earlier, Kylo agreed it wasn't surprising. The former Imperial Commandant that called himself Hux's father had made his opinions very clear, of both his son and everyone under his command. Kylo didn't fall into either category, his status as the leader of the Knights of Ren safeguarding him from an overt attack--old Empire veterans had long memories of the Force after all--but their brief introduction had left him burning inside. He was angry then and furious now.

"Let me see it," Kylo said.

He stepped into a ring of light and waited for Hux to follow. The general only stared back for a short stretch, but then his feet began to move. In his hand was a white towel splotched with red. When Kylo took it, he noticed it was half dampened with water and half dry. He didn't want to think of how commonplace it was for Hux to clean himself up after visits from his father. In the years they had worked together, Kylo could count on one hand how many times he'd heard about Brendol Hux. He definitely had never seen the man behind the name before today.

While Kylo got a closer look at his face, Hux pointedly didn't look at him at all. He straightened his uniform and combed his hair with his fingers despite his face being turned side to side and Kylo keeping a gloved hand along his jaw.

"That's enough," Hux said firmly. He didn't move away, however.

Kylo dabbed his lip one last time, the towel coming away with only a small fleck of blood soaked in it. He refolded it to the cleanest area of the damp side and lightly held Hux's chin in his fingers again as he pressed the cool dampness to Hux's left cheek. Hux couldn't suppress a tiny gasp, not with Kylo so close to him.

"Ice would be better," Kylo murmured, his gaze flicking up from the towel to meet Hux's as he added, "don't you think?"

Hux breathed shallowly, in and out, and suddenly snapped to attention. He stepped back, out of Kylo's reach, eyes blinking rapidly.

"Stop it," his mouth said, seemingly of its own will.

Hux's face was full conflicting emotions for a moment, and then it cleared. He held out his hand for the towel. Kylo silently passed it back.

Kylo's brows knitted together. He could feel the anxiety building in the air again, but the measurements were different this time.

"General," he paused, "if I may say one thing."

The words were awkward, and judging by the shift in Hux's posture he thought so as well.

"Your--he was wrong." He took a small step closer and in the back of his mind was pleased that Hux didn't move away again. His dark eyes looking fiercely into the light eyes before him, Kylo spoke with certainty. "You are not a disappointment."

Kylo couldn't describe what he then saw in Hux, but he could better understand the wave of emotions he felt drift from Hux at hearing him--no, listening to him.

When Hux unfroze, he gave a short nod. Kylo wasn't sure if it was to him or to himself, though. And then the general seemed to remember the towel in his hand, his fingers running over it absentmindedly at first.

"This is of little use now," he said, briefly holding up the cloth. It disappeared into a pocket. "But," he glanced at Kylo and then toward the nearest of the storage room's exits, "maybe if..."

Hux trailed off, uncertainty getting the better of him.

"I have something that may help," Kylo said. He was a little surprised at the abrupt idea, but the image of Hux walking into medical as he was now was unacceptable.

He was more surprised that Hux nodded and started for the door without asking any questions.

"Lead the way, Ren."

(Well damn, lol. This became longer than I expected.)

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this was wonderful hurt comfort!
love your minifill!

On AO3 because I always fail to format properly:

http://archiveofourown.org/works/5865835

or take your chances below:

Brendol Hux has never liked Kylo Ren. He is unpredictable (too predictable, in a way) and, worse, inefficient.

Hux does not mind that he is dangerous, or destructive, Hux is fond of both attributes, if not their corporal manifestation, but he also demands control, and Kylo Ren is the very definition of uncontrolled.

When Snoke commanded he return with Ren’s broken but breathing body, he complied, still reeling with the shock of how badly events had turned from their moment of triumph, but as time passed in their transit he began to think again and realized something quite immutable. Snoke is inefficient. He cares more for the complete subjugation of Kylo Ren than for the massive loss of resources. He cares more about one tool than the entire First Order, the entire Empire.

What was the purpose of destroying five populated planets if no one even follows up by enforcing order? There is a limited timeframe for action, when the public is shocked and compliant, before seeds of dissent infect the narrative. Perhaps selfishly, Hux resents being used to carry out such an ultimately wasteful project. He finds it blatantly offensive, an insult to what should have been the ultimate goal, restoration of order.

This will not do.

Hux can appreciate the idea of the complete subjugation of Kylo Ren, but it has never been efficient. At least not previously... By the time they make planetfall, he has convinced Kylo Ren to assist him, and Snoke, for all his power, falls to two of his tools. Ren dies in the attempt, but he serves his purpose well.

Hux pets the soft human face behind the stamping and tantrums and closes those long-lashed eyelids once the last breath rattles its way free into the Dark atmosphere. He pushes the corpse from his lap and sets out to explore this innermost retreat of their former master. What he finds is most enlightening.

No wonder Kylo Ren has been harder to kill than a cockroach. No wonder Snoke was so desperate to get him back. He was the last clone. And now all that’s left is the original, Ben Solo, with the same odd features and needy eyes, now downcast (always downcast), but paired, oh so perfectly, with a soft, obedient mien.

Ben Solo has been captive for years, beaten, constrained, crippled in ways more than the physically obvious. Hux has freed him from his master, his abuser, the orderer of his life. Hux does not have to be kind to be efficient.

Hux takes the throne, takes the reins, takes what he wants and reigns, still measured, still efficient and he restores order.

At his side, always at his side, is a limping figure, almost his height but for the bowed head, and if all knew to fear the Knights of Ren, it takes little time for the galaxy to learn a new fear. For when Emperor Hux instructs his right hand as to his requirements, his shadow leaves his side, and someone bleeds. Blood, or secrets, or concessions in a treaty or contract, someone bleeds.

When Hux holds court from his throne, his shadow stands silent by his side. When Hux allows a few, a very few (but one cannot run an empire alone, alas) direct reports to socialize with him in his private (public) quarters, his quiet shadow sits at his feet. If the emperor is especially pleased, his shadow ventures so far as to rest a head against his thigh, and the emperor conveys his favor and trust with an ungloved hand resting upon that head. (Hux found early on, that the one thing to be missed in the transition from unreliable clone to vulnerable original was the loss of those inefficient and yet compellingly soft locks of hair. Ben Solo has not been allowed to crop his hair once it outgrew that shaven state in which his first master kept it.)

When they are truly alone, Hux allows his pet to venture further into his lap, into his care and attention. (In truth, he is never far from Hux’s attention, but Hux requires efficiency first of himself, and if his pet knows how well Hux regards him through means unspoken, it does nothing further than cement his loyalty.) Ben Solo is so soft, so agreeable, so very lonely from years of misuse that he latched on to Hux without reserve and made himself anew, makes himself anew to Brendol’s every need.

He amuses himself in their bedroom games, with pushing, gently, some things need a delicate touch, into and past Ben’s discomfort with people, with his shame for giving himself freely to Snoke, with his awkwardness in his own body and mind, crippled and ungainly, features still vulnerable, beautifully lopsided.

Hux can take Ben’s shame and carry it for him, all Ben need do is obey him in everything. He takes a recording once, of Ben in his lap, working to please his master, his emperor, and if there is little flesh showing but the nakedness of faces and hands, the nakedness of Ben’s mobile features, well, perhaps it will anger General Organa enough to enliven their currently stalled negotiations.

Snoke was always shortsightedly inefficient.

great prompt!
god versus evol ben would be fantastic!

This is amazing.

Not a fill but may be relevant to your interest: http://imbeelingwithit.tumblr.com/post/137944355105/%C2%BD-sketch-commission-for-the-lovely-helliskylux

lovely!

First time I've seen an a/b/o Luke/Rey prompt. I'd love to see this, because DAYAMN I love how this prompt handles this...

OMG I'd love to see this. And to see Hux kick some ass. And be the Emperor to Kylo's Knight >:D

[I am so sorry]

Luke had forseen this happen in a dream. Once with him and once with Han. Both men were standing here in front of the man they knew were family, one an nephew, the other a son. Same words, same diaologue trying to convince him to go to the light, but same ending. A lightsaber to the chest and then falling to their death.

It meant only one thing. One of them was going to die this way. If Luke didn't let Ben kill him, years down the road, Han was going to die.

The question that had plagued Luke's mind as he stood on the other edge of the cliff staring at his nephew, was he willing to let his friend die? Or accept his destiny? He thought about it for a moment. In the end it was going to depend on who was going to take care of Leia after what happened would come to pass.

Yes, Luke would be another in a long line of family members who died, but Han....he was emotionally stronger of the two, he knew how to take care of Leia. Knowing how much this would destroy her, despite this would break him, Han would stay by her no matter what. And then another image came...Han and Leia considerably older, standing side by side Han's hand wrapped around her....staring proudly at a young woman with a lightsaber.

A small sad smile grazed upon his lips....he had his answer.

As Luke made his way over to Ben accepting his fate he made one last connection. It wasn't to his sister....it was to Han...

Take care care of her for me old buddy will you?

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Han heard Luke's voice in his head the moment he put little Rey to bed. He blinked wondering if he was just hallucinating. He shrugged it off. He walked out of the room and shut the door behind him being careful not to wake his sleeping daughter. But the moment he took a few steps he felt it something burning through his chest and then nothing.

Han collapsed against the wall holding his chest at the origin of where the burning began, heavy breaths, tears falling down his eyes. Was Luke trying to tell him something.

"Han," Leia's tear filled voice filled his ears. Han looked up through his glassy eyes and saw Leia, her face stained red. She was shaking as sobs left her lips. "Luke's dead I felt it.....you felt it too..."

Suddenly the words Luke told Han made sense to him and that connection. He wanted him to take care of Leia no matter how much he was hurting. He was hurting bad. His best friend besides Chewie was dead. But Leia, the kids....were his life and his world, he had to fight for him....

No matter who killed Luke.

Han sniffed The smuggler's eyes welling up with tears as he walked over to Leia and pulled her close. He rested his head on the crown of her head rocking her back and forth as he sobbed in time with her.

"Don't worry kid," Han whispered closing his eyes and looking out ahead of him, "I'll take good care of her."

This is beautiful. I LOVE YOU WITH THE BURNING PASSION OF A THOUSAND HOURS OF KYLUX DESTRUCTO-NOOKIE.

(I don't know if this was what you were looking for, OP, but I tried)

Some days he just wanted to wear a dress, he felt better like that. It wasn’t anything over complicated, and it didn’t change that when he was “on duty” he would wear his robes like his uniform like anyone else. But Lieutenant Kinsley, when she took her very, very rare leave on First Order planets, wore dresses. And no one bothered her about it. And when Brigadier General Gainsborough took his even rarer leave he wore more relaxed slacks. And no one looked twice.

What someone wore when they were off duty was their own business, and no one bothered to interfere. So long as you wore your uniform on duty and did your job, no one batted an eye. So when Kylo didn’t have anyone to meet that day and was left to his own devices to train or meditate, sometimes he wore a dress, was that so bad?

The First Order didn’t really pride itself on fashion, but people certainly cared about their appearance like anywhere else in the galaxy. So he had a small collection of dresses he liked to wear just as much as his more masculine robes. Sitting in a dark room and meditating, who cared if he wore black robes that marked him a Knight of Ren or if he wore a long deep blue dress decorated with violet embroidery with a short silken cape of violet trailing behind him?

And even in the incredibly rare times that Snoke had summoned him when he was wearing a dress of structured black velvet with a billowing skirt of silver, it had only been met with acceptance. Snoke didn’t care if he was loyal in pants or a skirt, just so long as he channeled the dark side.

So when Ben came back and Snoke was gone, when he was slowly becoming something approaching sociable, when Uncle Luke asked him to help with the new Younglings (once they had collectively gotten over their fears of letting him near any living being not able to restrain him and hold their own), who was he to know that despite that the Resistance hired those of different species unlike the First Order, they weren’t quite as accepting?

He wasn’t on duty when he went to sit with Uncle Luke, technically, so how was he to know that wearing a dress of deep green with delicate transparent sleeves that showed his muscled arms wasn’t especially smiled upon? At first he didn’t notice, too concerned with how his hair refused to be held back by the combs, but when he stopped to readjust them, he noticed the two technicians staring at him, whispering at each other. He recognized that, he knew that they were talking about him, but he had promised his mother he wouldn’t give in to any of his old urges to hurt people (that certainly wouldn’t help people think he wasn’t going to hurt them) so he just kept going, meeting Uncle Luke and Rey with the Younglings in the forest.

They were just meditating that day, which had been why Ben decided that wearing the dress he chose was alright, because the sleeves could be easily cut and repairing them would be too much of a fuss for him to justify wearing it if they were doing anything more strenuous. And when he joined them, a Twi’lek Youngling cocked his head and asked, “Why are you wearing that, Master Ben?”

“Because I wanted to,” he answered simply, sitting beside his uncle with his skirts pooling out around him. Rey kept glancing at him too, but she had been a scavenger most of her life and was probably thinking how many rations a dress like his could get her. It was made of Eileen silk, the finest available from Temmu, so it probably would have kept her well-fed for a year.

“I want a dress like Master Ben’s!”

“First you have to meditate,” said Luke gently, and they fell into practice without much hassle.

But afterwards, when they went to eat, Ben realized that those technicians hadn’t been staring at him for who he was, but because he was wearing a dress. That became clear when nearly everyone in the base’s mess hall turned to see the arrival of the Jedi and more than a few people immediately started laughing. Ben’s face began to burn, feeling humiliation and remembering that this was why he had hated the Resistance so much. Even when he was little they had done this, no wonder he hadn’t fallen apart at the idea of destroying them.

Uncle Luke nudged his mind away from that dark path, a gentle touch reminding him, but it was hard to alleviate the burn of humiliation as people laughed at him. “There’s nothing wrong,” assured Uncle Luke. “They’re just not used to the idea of someone like you feeling better in a dress some days.” The platitude wasn’t much to help, and Ben still wanted to turn and run away, back to his room where no one could see him. “If you run away it’s only going to get worse.”

This was why he didn’t like that nearly everyone who knew him and was near kind to him was Force sensitive and could read his emotions so well.

Still, sitting beside the young Twi’lek who had wanted a dress like his as they all ate together, he could feel the burn of stares and hear the laughter, and wished he hadn’t held his hair back with those combs, so he wouldn’t have to see everyone around him snorting at the idea of big scary Kylo Ren in a dress. The First Order had been more accepting about this, and what did that say about the Resistance?

“Nice dress,” commented Poe Dameron, coming to sit next to Rey, and Ben’s blush got even worse, stabbing at his meal. Poe was allowed to dislike him and hate him if he wanted, yes, but it didn’t make it any easier to bear.

You don’t deserve to be hated, reminded Luke.

Please get out of my head, Uncle, muttered Ben.

“Poe, be nice,” said Rey vaguely, but she clearly wasn’t too concerned about his feelings. Just because she had made peace with him didn’t mean she was going to stop anyone else.

“That’s a new one, isn’t it?” asked Finn, the earnest question surprising him. “Sorry, just I saw a few of your dresses back on the Finalizer and I don’t remember this one.”

“I got it after you defected,” said Ben uncertainly. “From Temmu.”

“It’s beautiful.” And it was so earnest that he didn’t feel quite so bad.

Still that evening, when he wore a nightgown of silver silk, his mother mentioned feeling his upset. “I’m sorry,” she said. “I didn’t think that they would laugh at you.” Ben merely shrugged. “I suppose I should have, you’re right.”

“I know you want me to be normal, but this is my normal and I’m not going to change that,” he said. He didn’t want to give up his dresses, that would be awful, what was he to do on days when he didn’t feel as masculine as he was supposed to?

“I know. And everyone’s going to have to get used to it. For the record I thought it was a beautiful dress, even if I don’t like First Order fashion that much.” Ben smiled to himself at that, and untucked his legs from under himself, stretching out on the sofa beside his mother rather than curling into himself protectively.

And the next day, when he wore a dress of scarlet next to his mother, no one dared laugh with the General glaring them down. They would be used to her son wearing dresses just as often as pants if it was the last thing she did. She couldn’t protect her son when he was young and vulnerable to the grooming of Snoke, but she would protect him from pointless prejudices.

IM SO UPSET UGH

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