The Sunlight Hour

Chapters: 1/?
Fandom: Star Wars Sequel Trilogy, Dredd (2012)
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Clan Techie/Matt the Radar Technician
Characters: Clan Techie, Matt the Radar Technician, Armitage Hux, Thanisson (Star Wars)
Additional Tags: Hurt/Comfort, Mental Institutions, Nurses, Nurse/Patient, Pining, Recovery, kylux adjacent, Mental Health Issues, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, Unresolved Sexual Tension, Slow Burn
Series: Part 2 of The Sunlight Hour
Summary:

Techie’s only company seems to be misery these days, and so Matt takes it upon himself to help his charge experience what wonders the world of the Psych Ward has to offer. Not all that happens next is ethical.

[The door he leaves open a crack, enough for light to stream in once the sun rises. Matt watches his patient’s face until it slackens in sleep, peaceful. William Huxley is still the most beautiful man he’s ever seen, even sweaty with terror and looking a bit green. Matt swallows hard. He’s absolutely fucked.]

Another fic thing: Phasma sings to Techie, please?

Some Kind of Punk Singer AU (?)

Phasma struts onstage in her full, silvery chrome regalia and gives the audience the finger. “You little shits ready to scream?” The crowd loses their minds at having their queen before them, and Techie, so far in the back of the concert hall that all he sees are the flashing lights and fog, tries to wave frantically at Phasma. He’d gotten stolen tickets for cheap on the deep web and hoped with all his heart that she’d notice him!

And if he was near invisible at the moment, well, that didn’t matter. Techie had a plan!

He pulled out the handmade sign, a stark white rectangle with “PHASMA FOREVER” written with brilliant christmas lights and surrounded by silver glitter. Techie flips the little switch in the back and the sign glows like a beacon in the dark. Grinning to himself, Techie waves it back and forth amongst the sea of screaming fans. It overshadows all the other, smaller signs for sure. Now all he has to do is cross his fingers and hope Phasma glances his way.

In the middle of the song, she cuts herself off and squints in his direction. “What the fuck is that?” she asks, pointing wildly towards his seat. Techie stands up as straight as he can, on tip toes, and waves it harder!! 

Phasma takes the mic and yells, “Bring ‘em up!” Suddenly, Techie is being shoved towards the stage until he’s right at the front row, gaping up in shock at his idol, who grabs him by a skinny arm and drags him up onto the stage.

“I like the look of this one!” she grins, and sings the rest of her song directly to his face. He’s going to go deaf but it will be worth it!