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One more for luck Protective sentence starters “Quit babying me! I can protect myself.” Techienician
“Quit b-babying me!”
“Baby- Techie, I’m just trying to help.”
“I can p-protect myself,” Techie said, fighting the urge to stomp his foot.
“It’s just-”
“I don’t need this, Matt” Techie all but screamed, standing up from his bunk and giving in to the urge to slam his foot into the solid durasteel floor, hiding his wince as the resulting pain echoed up his leg.
Matt’s face darkened where he still say looking up at Techie. He stood up slowly, crossed the room and punched the door control.
“Well, since you obviously don’t need me,” he said as the door opened.
“Matt…” Techie said, reaching out to him. But Matt shook his arm off and didn’t look back as he stepped through the door and away. Techie sighed, twisting his hands in the men of his shirt before he fell to the floor, reaching under his bed to pull out a fingerprint coded lock box. He fumbled it open, and stuffing the contents into his pocket, he left his bunk to find Matt.
Techie wandered the corridors for a while before mocking laughter from one of the less frequented areas drifted up to him. Techie moved towards the noise, which began to resolve into several taunting voices, and below those, pained groans from his beloved Matt. He slowed as he approached the final corner before the confrontation, listening to the voices.
“Jumped up prick,” he heard one voice say.
“You think your buddy Kylo Ren is going to save you?” a second voice asked, accompanied by a grunt from Matt.
“Idiot,” a third voice chimed in, “he doesn’t even know you exist.”
Techie heard laughter then, from more throats than had spoken thus far. He took a breath and stepped around the corner.
“L-leave him alone.”
The laughter quieted down, but only from the stormtroopers surprise at being confronted by the slip of a man who stood in front of him. Techie remembered the bundle in his pocket and fumbled to remove it, almost dropping it as it caught on the fabric of his pocket.
“Aww, you need a hand there princess?” one of the Stormtroopers called. “Don’t worry we’ll be with you in a moment.” He ended the statement by drawing back and landing another kick in Matt’s stomach. Matt convulsed around the blow, even as he tried to turn around to look at Techie. Techie met his eyes, his glasses askew as he finally pulled the hand blaster from it’s wrapped holster.
“Techie, no..” he whispered. “Just run.”
“Kriff, sake, I’m putting an end-” the stormtrooper got no further before Techie lifted the gun, firing it twice and blasting holes just below the kneecaps of his armour. He dropped to the floor, and silence fell before he drew breath enough to scream, clutching at his legs. Another stormtrooper made to move towards Techie and received the same treatment. The third has the sense to put his hands into the air and step away from Matt when Techie moved the gun towards him.
“There’s only t-two of you injured,” he commented, talking down the length of the gun at them. “The rest of you s-should be able to get them to medbay before t-they bleed out.”
The remaining troopers took the hint, moving slowly with hands raised until they reached down to start dragging their comrades away from the scene. Techie stepped forward as they moved away until he had gotten to Matt. He could feel Matt wrap a hand around his ankle, thumb brushing over the bone, but he waited for Techie’s signal, when Techie fell to his knees beside Matt.
“I’m so sorry-”
“Are you ok?”
They babbled over each other, Techie righting Matt’s glasses and smoothing back his hair, while Matt kept trying to grab his hands to press kisses to them. Techie coaxed Matt to sitting, then standing, leaning heavily on Techie as he did. With a quiet curse, Techie left Matt leaning against the bulkhead, and bent down to scoop up the blaster, fumbling again as he wrapped it back up. They limped together back to Techie’s quarters, where he opened his rarely used medkit to tend to Matt’s wounds. When he was finished, he climbed up on the bunk opposite Matt, letting him take his hands into his larger ones. Techie had chastised him into silence if all he could do was apologise, so he stroked his thumb over Techie’s fingers, trying to find something else he could say.
“Baby,” he said, his voice quiet, “you going to protect me now?”
Techie pressed a kiss to his forehead, and Matt all but melted.
“Always.”
smutty kylux prompt: “Hux doesn’t know who the legs hanging out the glory hole belong to, but they’re certainly shapely”
“You like coming here, bending over for the whole ship?”
he asks mildly, tugging off his gloves to let his fingers dance lightly over the ass that has presented itself so nicely for him.
“Normally,” responds a muffled voice that sounds, of all things, bored, “people aren’t this talkative.”
“You insolent slut, I’ll have to teach you a lesson,” Hux sniffs, and he rears back and brings his hand down to give that ass a violent smack.
Hux is pleased to receive a shuddery gasp in response, but he’s not so pleased to then hear the voice huff out, “God, Hux.” He’s been recognized—whoever this is will have to be sent to reconditioning—but then they keep talking: “You found me, you found me, I’ve been waiting for you for so long,” and Hux staggers backward in shock, because he finally recognizes the voice.
More washi tape gays. I swear I’ll figure out how to use this …. not too … excessively. For now, have these.
You’ve probably heard about this strange ‘east slavs au’ that was unusually popular on tumblr some time ago. Those illustrations and collages were actually made for Russian AU which is very widely spread here. If you’re interested, I’ve explaned some stuff from it and attached some links under the cut. Enjoy!
A commission by @omega-hux
I absolutely love this! They are being so sweet to each other!Thanks again!!💖
Why is Hux a red-head? And what does it mean?
I can often figure out a logic to the racial/ethnic/coloration choices for Star Wars casting. Kylo Ren’s biological ancestry is known – he’s going to look something like them. It’s important (especially in the sequel trilogy) to show that Star Wars encompasses people across the spectrum (at least insofar as race goes), so we end up with primary characters in the Resistance who are black, Asian, and Latino.
In the First Order, we have primarily white folks. That dates back to George Lucas saying the Empire was modeled after the British Empire, complete with the accent, clothing, stiff upper lip, and various mannerisms. They’re very proper. Almost all the officers are men, clean-shaven old white guys. The entrenched, old money establishment. You should be able to tell this at a glance.
It occurred to me the other day that Hux does not fit this pattern. He is almost literally a red-headed stepchild. He is, canonically, a bastard. His deviance from the pattern is blazing on the top of his head for anyone to see. They could have toned that down, you know. They could have hired an actor who better fit the established mold for an Imperial officer. Even if they were determined to have Gleeson, they could have dyed him.
But no. They sought out a red-head. They kept him a red-head. Then they put him next to Peavey (black/grey haired), Mitaka (black hair), and various others who all fit the English “type” of black, brown, perhaps dark blond hair, and bald. (Moden Canady is an exception – his hair is orange/grey.)
I’ve seen people say this is because Star Wars was trying to use visual shorthand to say the First Order is a bunch of Nazis. First off, I think that’s bunk, but were it true, I can’t see that Star Wars would choose a red-head when there are so many perfectly fine actors with light brown or dark blond hair to choose from who would more clearly signal Nazism.
Was Star Wars trying to signal that the First Order itself is the bastard step-child of the Empire? It seems true enough by what I understand of canon and reading Wookieepedia’s stuff about how the FO came to be. As a political entity, they were cast aside, ignored, neglected, and discounted by the main part of the galaxy, then came roaring back in a quest for revenge and legitimacy … led by a red-headed, illegitimate person.
The more I think on it, the more I think that’s what they’re really trying to say.
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