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So, I posted the first part, went to bed, and ended up with tons of comments! You guys rock! Normally, I would answer each one individually, but I don’t want to clog up the meme, so this is a general thank you!

The problem with the fog is that when it is lighter, Ben grows more and more skittish. He cannot help himself: the fog keeps everything heavy, nice and gentle, hidden and safe in the Room, so much so that he is starting to be incapable of feeling that way without it.

When the fog begins to lift, everything complicated rises back. Fear, and worry, and memories that make him want to hit and tear and maybe even scream.

He had, once. The fog had been very, very thin, and he could move, could remember, and all the complicated things had risen and risen until they weren’t complicated at all anymore, just red. He had broken his holovision and holopads, had torn his sheets to shreds, and it had felt so good. But then Hux and Phasma came in, pinned him to the ground and put the needle in his arm.

When the fog had been thin enough for him to move again, he had turned his head to see Hux sitting beside him. The redhead hadn’t said anything, had only looked at him with eyes so full of disappointment, anger, sadness, that Ben’s heart had filled with guilt even as the rage was still dying out in the back of his mind.

Hux was so good to him, he had said so many times. So good, and kept his room furnished and comfortable, and Ben had spat in the face of all of it. So ungrateful.

And any second now Hux’s eyes would become cold, and such terrible things would happen. He couldn’t articulate what they were, the fog kept them all away right then, but they had been so bright in his mind just hours before. Bright and Red.

“Careful, Ben,” Hux had said slowly, voice dripping with disapproval. “Your tantrum nearly made people discover you.”

“Why would that be bad?” Ben had asked. He knew he knew the answer once, but the fog had been thick, and he had already started not to think about complicated things again, and it made him forget. He wasn’t even sure he wanted to know anymore.

“They will kill you if they find you.”

The “they” in question was never explicitly stated. Ben had a feeling it wasn’t so much a “they” as a “him”. The one Hux fears, the one he is trying to kill. The one that would kill Ben if he had a chance, like, like….

“You killed them,” he wheezed out. Something warm was running down his nose and temples, and it took Ben a moment to realize they were tears. “You killed all of them. You were going to kill me.”

“I had orders,” Hux answered calmly. He shifted so that he was kneeling beside the bed, and his hand reached out to stroke Ben’s hair. “I disobeyed them for you. You should be grateful.”

“Why did you?”

Hux pursed his lips, frowning as he did. The fog was too thick for Ben to feel anything other than mild alarm. “The target needed to be observed so as to best determine our course of action. You… you were a special case. The Supreme Leader had high hopes for you. They never came to fruition though, so he decided to dispose of you. It made me… curious, at first.” He chuckled, a cold thing that had little to do with humor. “Things rather got out of hand. I can only imagine what will happen if you are discovered now.”

“Then let me go.”

“After all the trouble I went through?”

“Then kill me.”

“Never.” The words are harsh, almost a growl, and the fingers in his hair tighten. “Why do you fight all of a sudden? We were happy before.”

Ben turned his head away. He didn’t know why is he asking all these questions, why he was saying all those things.

He didn’t want to die.

He knew he was to stay hidden, stay safe.

He knew other things as well, but they were beyond the fog.

“I’m sorry,” he said, because he didn’t want Hux to be angry anymore. He didn’t want to think about all those things anymore.

He wanted to be safe in the Room, with Hux.

Hux sighed again, and shifted once more. He sat on the bed again, but this time he bent forward, so close that his face was inches away from Ben’s. His eyes looked so big, or maybe it was that Ben felt so small.

“You won’t do it again, will you?”

Ben had weakly shaken his head. “No.”

“Good. And no more talking about dying or leaving. You will stay here, always.”

“Safe and hidden,” he had murmured. “I promise.”

And because he had wanted to prove that he was sorry, to prove that he wouldn’t do it again, he had reached up and kissed him. A soft kiss, a gentle kiss, the kind he knew Hux liked. The kind that would make him melt, and hug Ben, and whisper gentle things in his ear.

And Hux had smiled, but then he had pulled away, despite Ben’s whimpers.

“Where are you going?” he had pleaded as the redhead made his way to the door.

Hux turned then. “I shan’t reward bad behavior,” he had stated, softly but firmly. “Phasma will bring you your meals tonight.”

And then he had left. Ben had said nothing, because he had deserved it.

When Phasma came, he had apologized. She hadn’t answered.

That had been is only very bad day. He never wants it to happen again.

So even now, with Hux gone and the fog lifting again, he ignores everything that tries to come through.

Well, he tries.

No matter how much he closes his eyes, puts his hand over his ears, he can feel it. There is something out there. Something that is stirring.

He sees sand. Feels the sun on his skin - and it has been so, so long! - and he is waiting, for something, someone. He is doing all those things, and not, because this isn’t him but someone important.

Through the fog, he hears a little girl scream.

Then Phasma comes with the syringe, and it all fades away again.

Yay you're back. And no i didn't loiter here and refresh. Nope.

And GDI Hux. ~~am I bad because I kinda want to see this on Hux's POV too, so I can feel sorry for him and wish Ben would be his forever.~~ what have you been giving that boy?

Ans yes. kylo and tantrums. It would not be without the other.

You can get a person's ashes turned into diamonds as a way to remember them.

Someone in the TFA has this done to preserve the memory of someone. Up to you who dies, who wants to remember them, and whether the diamond is a loving memorial or a morbid trophy.

Poe fully understands the significance of the stormtroopers cutting 'FN-2187' into Finn's skin. He gets that it is their way of reminding Finn of his 'place'. Not that Finn really belongs there anymore, or ever did. What Poe does not realize is that the stormtroopers that are taking turns cutting Finn's old designation into his body are his old squad mates. If he knew that little fact he would be even more horrified and sickened by this particular brand of torture. As is stands, the sight of blood dripping down Finn's limbs and torso and the sound of Finn hissing and grunting in pain are nearly sending Poe into tears. He hates being absolutely helpless to stop this.

Finn's heart had nearly stopped when he had realized what his former squad mates where carving into his flesh. He had recognized the stormtroopers as soon as they had removed their helmets, and the knowledge that his punishment was coming from the men that he had once depended on made this ordeal so much worse. Poe's presence is both a comfort and a source of distress for Finn. While it does bring Finn some comfort to know that Poe is not being harmed physically at the moment, having his friend witness his degradation and wanting to stay strong and not let Poe know how miserable he is is taking a toll on Finn. When the stormtroopers have each taken a turn and have begun to take a second turn, Finn can only be grateful that they have not turned their attentions to Poe.

Adam liked working with Domhnall. He was a good actor with a sense of humor about both himself and "the craft", something that wasn't always a given in this business.

Sometimes he was just a tad... erratic. Like now, when he was bursting into Adam's trailer, red hair standing on end, Hux's uniform a wrinkled mess on him. Costume would have his head on a platter for that, Adam thought. He still got shit for the time he spilled mayo on Kylo's coat.

"Adam, Adam, you have to see this; it's hilarious." Domhnall was almost breathless with glee. He was waving his iPad in the air like a flag.

"What is it?"

"They've written fanfiction about us! Where we're in love!"

Adam wrinkled his nose.

"Based on what? Daisy and Boyega, I get, because they're all up in each other's business, but we're hardly ever asked to do PR together."

Domhnall scowled at him. "Now you're just being obtuse, mate. I'm talking about our characters! About General Hux and Kylo Ren."

"So, hatefucking then." That made more sense.

"Do I have wonders to show you," Domhnall sing-songed. He was furiously swiping at his iPad, no doubt searching for said wonders.

"I'm talking about love and ass-babies and soul-bonds and shite like that! It's brilliant."

"Ass-babies."

"Yes!"

"The fuck are ass-babies supposed to be?"

Domhnall grinned crazily at him.

"Well, Adam, sometimes, when an evil General loves a dark-side force-user very much, the force-user might find himself carrying said General's love child."

Adam bit his lip and considered the mechanics of what Domhnall had told him.

"I suppose I can buy the pregnancy thing. The force works in mysterious ways."

Domhnall looked dubiously at him. "Really, Adam?"

Warming up to his topic, Adam continued.

"Kylo is obsessed with continuing Vader's legacy, so if there was a way for him to create life, even at the cost of his own health, he'd do it, I think."

He narrowed his eyes.

"But Kylo willingly carrying Hux's baby? - That shit is fucked up."

Not OP, but oh my god, I am honestly crying right now. This was incredibly beautiful, and I really loved how you portrayed the other Knights as friends of Kylo. And that ending was both chilling and powerful - so good.

Thank you so much for writing this!

I'm talking literal healing cock.

Kylo can only access the ~healing powers of the dark side with his cock and Hux is injured.

I'd prefer if gore was kept to a minimum and it wasn't established relationship.

Oh wow.

He's got the waistline for it.

delicious i want it

OP: OMG thank you soooo much! And using his old team makes it so heartbreaking! This was great!

Yes, yes, I like how this turned out!!!

In the expanded universe, this is actually the Corellian tradition. There was a chapel on Coruscant, I think, that had all the diamonds embedded in black stone, like stars.

i love trans!hux too! also, super into the almost clinical impression from person 1 towards your prompt. i'm kind of interested in the idea of hux nonchalantly pointing out various parts of his genitals and degrading kylo about getting so worked up over basically nothing. honestly, if i could write even semi-decently i'd be all over this, op. super hopeful about seeing this get filled, though!

I'm glad you liked it. :) And yeah, the idea that it was his old team doing the cutting got stuck in my head and so I had to write something...

Okay, I was already a little weirdly wrecked by the Knights of Ren being so emotionally supportive of Hux but then their defection made me scream out loud because OH MY GOD. YES.

Please say you're going to upload this amazingness to AO3 so I can bookmark the fuck out of it, and please remember to link it on the fills post!

adsfljsadfklsdfl yesh

After a bad injury, Kylo Ren has temporary incontinence issues due to slow-healing nerve-damage and has to wear absorbing undergarments. He is both furious and mortally embarrassed and 'meditates' in his room almost constantly to avoid being seen in a weakened state.

Hux becomes determined to get Kylo to stop sulking and carry on his normal duties, and is trying very hard not to find Kylo's inability to control his own bladder excruciatingly hot, because what the fuck is up with that??

Oww and yes.

Kylo Ren sleeps naked, not because of any salacious reasons, but because the tiny shifts of the bedclothes against his skin help ease the deep gnawing need for skin to skin contact, which he considers a weakness he dare not show, even though it makes him ache with need sometimes, just to have someone holding him.

Someone notices and starts subtly touching Kylo more, and not judging or saying anything. When Kylo notices, he's furious and confronts them and somehow it ends up with Kylo curled up in the person's arms, shaking and being soothed.

'Any" could be Hux, Phasma, Mitaka, Thanisson, all good.

!!!!!

Thank you so much for filling my prompt! :D

Adam's thoughts about the possibilites of ass-babies had me laughing out loud, especially with that little quip at the end. And how cute is Domhnall, trying to induct him into the dark and shameful sides of SW fandom, even in his Hux uniform? I'm not sure if I should be glad or sad that he didn't have a chance to explain the more detailed workings of A/B/O universes.

Again, thank you! This was the first fill I received on here and it really made my day.

Seconded hard! Touch starved Kylo is my bulletproof favorite trope in this fandom.

Author anon here, it's weird to say this but I'm glad to have evoked such an emotional response! I've got this huge headcanon that Kylo is their friend/something of a big brother and I'm so glad that you liked that. Sorry for making you cry, but I'm glad I made you cry. If that makes any sense.

Author anon here, I honestly didn't think about putting it up on AO3 but now that you've said it I'm thinking about it...

Also I'm glad the emotional support and their defection resonated so much with you!

author anon here, I'm so glad you do!

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Fill 2/?: Hux/Ben Solo: Hux was obsessed with Ben and locked him away

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Any/Any or Gen, Diamonds as a reminder tw: character death

Mini-Fill: Finn + Poe- TW: torture

Minifill: Domhnall & Adam in Kylux hell

Re: [fill] The Crow is Black (You Know My Love)

Kylo/Hux, healing cock

Re: Mini-Fill: Finn + Poe- TW: torture

Re: Politics speaking

Re: Poe riding Kylo Ren's cock

Re: Mini-Fill: Finn + Poe- TW: torture

Re: [fill] The Crow is Black (You Know My Love)

Re: Any/Any or Gen, Diamonds as a reminder tw: character death

Re: Any/Any within evil trio, masturbation

Re: Mini-Fill: Finn + Poe- TW: torture

Re: [fill] The Crow is Black (You Know My Love)

Re: Jedistormpilot, anal and vaginal sex

Kylo/Hux post injury incontinence

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Gen or developing Kylo/any - Touch starvation

OP

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