Author: techiehux

[Swing AU] Hux walked into the band’s rehearsal space when he heard someone playing a saxophone- only to find it was Techie, playing beautifully like no one’s business. “Techie, how did you get in here?! Where did you get that saxophone?!”

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Techie squeaked and almost dropped it, catching it again and steadying it upon his lap. “H-Hux! I, ah, I j-just- wanted t-to try it,” he said weakly, eyebrows scrunched up together.

After a little pause, he asked, cautiously optimistic, “W-was I any g-good?”

Wiping his brow, he nodded quickly and readied to play once more. Alderaan Blues was another powerful, sorrowful song, and Techie infused the melody with his own insecurities and fears; A few times a tear slipped out the corner of his eyes.

But when it came time to improvise, Techie added in a note of hope: soft murmurs of a better future.

A flash of red caught his eye. There weren’t that many red-heads around after all. “Hux! We need to discuss–” his vocoder voice cut off mid sentence as he finally got a decent look at the man. It wasn’t the General, but… “How…? Who are you?” he demanded. -kylocanyounot

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techiehux:

@kylocanyounot

Techie froze and felt ice run through his veins. Why is Kylo Ren, of all people, talking to him?! The blood is pulsing so hard in his ears that he doesn’t even know what the man is saying, and can only stare blankly at him.

“Um, ah,” he says, very intelligently.

And then bolts for the nearest exit.

“First gift of many t-to come!” Techie corrected, with a sincere smile lighting up his face.

He grew serious, though, when Ren handed him the small piece of Alderaan. Techie turned it over slowly and felt it’s weight in more than just his hands. Heart aching, he thought of Hux on that stage yelling “FIRE!” and the sudden, horrifying deaths of so, so many people. Techie opened his mouth to say something before thinking better of it. Instead, he whispered, “The First Order has been g-good to me. N-not so m-m-much to, um, others…”

[Swing AU] Hux walked into the band’s rehearsal space when he heard someone playing a saxophone- only to find it was Techie, playing beautifully like no one’s business. “Techie, how did you get in here?! Where did you get that saxophone?!”

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techiehux:

Techie squeaked and almost dropped it, catching it again and steadying it upon his lap. “H-Hux! I, ah, I j-just- wanted t-to try it,” he said weakly, eyebrows scrunched up together.

After a little pause, he asked, cautiously optimistic, “W-was I any g-good?”

He swallowed hard, determined. Ruining this good start would suck! “Wh-what should I play? Anything?”

A flash of red caught his eye. There weren’t that many red-heads around after all. “Hux! We need to discuss–” his vocoder voice cut off mid sentence as he finally got a decent look at the man. It wasn’t the General, but… “How…? Who are you?” he demanded. -kylocanyounot

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techiehux:

@kylocanyounot

Techie froze and felt ice run through his veins. Why is Kylo Ren, of all people, talking to him?! The blood is pulsing so hard in his ears that he doesn’t even know what the man is saying, and can only stare blankly at him.

“Um, ah,” he says, very intelligently.

And then bolts for the nearest exit.

His gaze trained on the figures he’d made. With more than a little joy, Techie pointed out his gift to Ren and said, “You put them up! I’m so h-happy!” Once he’d gotten closer to the shelf, his attention was drawn to the other personal items on display.

“I like your rock,” Techie smiled, earnest. He’d perched himself on the bed’s edge to get a closer look, and his skinny frame hardly left a dent. “Very sh-shiny!” It must mean something special, he thought to himself, and did not reach out to touch it.

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ddomhnallgleeson:

techiehux:

techiehux:

Stress Relief [Open]

The clock chimes twice in a seedy bar on the edge of town, where an uncomfortable-looking young man sits squished between two beefy patrons at the counter. He quietly nurses a drink and keeps to himself, strange blue eyes wandering around. He’s clearly out of his element, but that doesn’t stop him from searching for a warm body to go home with.

“Nice to m-meet you too!” Grasping her hand and standing up, he follows her to a more secluded spot and can’t help but let his eyes linger over the shape of her body. “Stop being creepy,” he chides himself. Once they sit back down, he scrambles for a topic of conversation. “D-do you want a drink?”

“No thank you,” she chimed. “Can’t have alcohol” she pointed at her scar “my heart”. She led to the back where she had been sitting. “What about you? Would you like something?” She felt stupid for saying no, embarrassed that she couldn’t drink. That was probably what he was there for. Still, her blush was obvious. “I love your eyes”

Techie grimaced. He’d been an alcoholic some time ago, and a relapse in a place like this was easier than breathing. “I… I sh-shouldn’t be drinking either,” he admitted, and thought, guilty, of the little sip of beer he’d been having before.

He was taken aback at her compliment, too. “My eyes…?” Techie fought the sudden urge to check if they were still those clunky implants in the frosted window by his left. It was so dirty that it didn’t make sense to try.

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kylocanyounot:

Our muses were once together, but for whatever reason ended the relationship. Years later, they meet again, and both still have feelings for the other. Send me what your muse would say to mine, or send ‘reverse’ to find out what mine would say to yours.

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techiehux:

“Th-that’s when I’ll be able to sneak you out for good. Anything b-before that, and we, uh, run the risk of getting caught. You’ll have to trust me on this, okay?” He was already on edge; having Nao mistrust him too would make this unbearable. “For now, you’ll stay here. With me.”

Predictably, Techie jumped out of his skin and scrambled to cover his eyes whether Nao was dressed or not. He’d set up a pile of blankets on the floor for him to sleep on, and he (tried) to step over it carefully. He tripped over it, of course; preserving Nao’s dignity took precedence over his ability to see just then.

“There are, um, c-clothes on the desk…” he said while he picked himself up, red-cheeked and eyes screwed shut.

[Swing AU] Hux walked into the band’s rehearsal space when he heard someone playing a saxophone- only to find it was Techie, playing beautifully like no one’s business. “Techie, how did you get in here?! Where did you get that saxophone?!”

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techiehux:

Techie squeaked and almost dropped it, catching it again and steadying it upon his lap. “H-Hux! I, ah, I j-just- wanted t-to try it,” he said weakly, eyebrows scrunched up together.

After a little pause, he asked, cautiously optimistic, “W-was I any g-good?”

He let out a surprised shriek of… Joy? Even Techie wasn’t sure, but he held tight to Hux as his brother hugged him warmly. Muffled, against Hux’s hair, he asked, “Wh-when we do play again?”