[I wasn’t sure what kind of Techie goodness you wanted… but here you go!]

William and Armitage Hux cannot legally have what they both crave. They work around it.

There’s a ring dangling from a thin chain on Techie’s neck, close to his heart; gold with small diamonds woven into the setting. Sometimes, when Techie feels brave enough, he’ll slip it on his left ring finger and be flooded with warmth from the inside out. Six years, he grins to himself with flushed cheeks. Six wonderful years.

Every afternoon, like clockwork, he stands outside his brother’s workplace with a hot coffee mug and they walk the city, standing close to each other and hands brushing. They stop at the usual café and sit under the wide, green umbrella on the outdoor patio. Techie slips his foot against Armitage’s ankle when nobody is looking.

In the mornings:
“Good morning, Mr. Hux.”
“Good m-morning right back, Mr. Hux.”

It takes them approximately twenty minutes to pry themselves apart and stop exchanging sleepy, lovestruck kisses in the mornings and get out of bed. Their bed.

And while it’s hard to keep their greatest joy a secret, neither Techie nor his brother would have made any other choice.

Sometimes, it’s enough for Techie to grin at himself in the mirror and whisper, confident, “I’m in love with Armitage Hux.”

Even if the world cannot hear these words, their hearts can.