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Fill: Ben Solo|Kylo/Hux: Fantazi Shrooms Part II b

[(Anonymous)]

Kylo was the first to sense them in the Force.

Millicent was the first to notice intruders in her domain through mortal senses.

But Hux was the first one who knew they were coming, through his well-maintained network of traders and travelers, who gladly shared news in trade for favours ranging from a bowel of warm Fantazi mushroom soup to a whispered tip or secret. The Red General, the thugs and smugglers and cutthroats called Hux in jest (and fear).

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“So this is the last of them?” ask Hux, still bleeding from a cut on his brow, thankfully caused by a small shrapnel instead of a lightsaber.

“Yes, the last on this planet. Mad curs all of them, fallen to the whispers of That Man,” Kylo spat on the black clad corpse beneath his feet.

“That man?”

“The one you used to call Supreme Leader, he once had wanted me for a puppet too. The mushrooms, they cut him off, shut his voice up,” Kylo gripped the hilt of his grandfather’s lightsaber, his knuckles bleeding through his leather glove. And now they dared venture near him physically, intrude into his territory with their teeth and claws, even if it was accidental, and Kylo initially not on their radar at all. Well he showed these lapdogs what a wild wolf could do.

Hux put down his bowcaster and took Kylo’s bleeding hand into his own, thumbing and rubbing at the large knuckles.

Kylo relaxed, signed, and gestured at the corpses, “Well, help me strip these, Brendol. They would make excellent fertilizer for our mushrooms. Their equipment would have to be burned.”

Hux thought equipment burning would do them little good, and said so to Kylo. More would be sent to investigate the disappearance of their peers. And when they rid of those too, yet more would come. Maybe they should move.

Kylo smiled jagged and vicious at that suggestion. Move. Oh yes, move they will.

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“We are going Knight hunting in this ship? This ship is a piece of garbage.”

“You know nothing of this ship! This is the ship of the legendary smuggler Han Solo. This is the Millennium Falcon herself! Respect this ship. Respect her.”

“Right, right. Now come here and give me a hand with these mushroom cultures Kylo. Poor Millicent, I hope she would be ok by herself.”

Kylo scoffed. Millicent was a fearsome beast. She could take care of herself. Besides, his band members had promised to check in on her during Kylo and Brendol’s honeymoon.

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Their second anniversary was spent on the run, the Kessel Run.

Hux was amazed at how well the trashcan called the Millennium Falcon actually held up.

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Their third anniversary was spent fucking enthusiastically in the pilot seat of the Falcon, now again hidden away in its cave, after an open air concert held by The Uncertain Path.

Hux had personally suggested, very strongly, to the Spice distributors working under him, that their attendance at the concert was not mandatory, but would be much appreciated. Some of the underlings brought along friends and family. One particularly enterprising one spread the word that there would be free Spice-spiked drinks at the venue.

The concert was a smashing success. Sanitation druids spend two days cleaning up the aftermath.

The Knight hunt was also a smashing success. Rumors circulated around the First Order and the Resistance that a vengeful rouge Sith Lord/Jedi Knight had went after all the Knights of Ren, slaughtering them indiscriminately. Maybe there was even a Wookiee with him, the bowcaster wounds hard to be mistaken for anything else.

None of the whisperings even mentioned their little outpost, aside from it being where the rouge Force user had first struck. None made the connection between the masked Sith/Jedi Ben Solo riding rampant across the galaxy in his father’s old ship, and the little mushroom soup stand and its owners at all.

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“Well the mushrooms would love them, at least,” Kylo said, wiping his sweaty brow. Burying dead bodies was hard work, especially in this weather.

At the other ditch, one of the bodies groaned and tried to move. Hux shut it up with a well-placed shovel across the temple before dumping dirt on top of it.

The Fantazi mushrooms and a good collection of exotic herbs and shrubs greedily sucked upon the fresh meat. These were not fine meals like the Knights of Ren, but made up in quantity where they lacked in quality.

And that was how few more fools who were ambitious and stupid enough to challenge The Red General had disappeared.

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For their fourth anniversary, Kylo sat Brendol down with a bottle of Corellian brandy and played him a tune on the lute.

Compared to Kylo’s usual banging and yodeling, Hux found the tune mellow and melodious, and Kylo’s voice deep and rich.

When had the young man’s shoulders broadened so and chest muscles filled out? Thought Hux as he looked appreciatively at his half-naked housemate, business associate, and partner in crime.

When they retired to bed later, the sex was slow and mellow too. Both men were drunk on the brandy, and drunk on each other.

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When a planet’s dying cry rang out, its heart ripped from its very core to make place for the cogs of war, Kylo sat up in bed, his hand curled around his own chest in sympathetic pain. So it was feasible, and there were men crazed enough to carry it out.

The Starkiller Project, Brendol had called it in his nightmares. A planet hallowed and killed to remake it in the image of monsters, monsters that devoured, insatiable, unstoppable, destroyers of life.

They had killed Kylo’s father long ago. They had almost smothered Brendol without taking his life, yet took away so much more at the same time. And now given the chance, they would gladly kill the woman who had given birth to Ben Solo as well. And this life that Kylo now led, with everything he never knew he’d wanted and the Force finally at a tenacious balance swirling around and passing through him, with the press of a button, they could take these all away too.

Kylo mouthed a silent ‘Sorry’ at Brendol’s sleeping form. Brendol had never loved his father. Brendol had craved love from his father. Now Brendol’s father might just get what he’d long deserved, whether Brendol wanted it or not.

Ben Solo sent off a message to General Organa of the Resistance, and was not sorry at all.

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