“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.”
fic
Kylux & 20
Hux swore years ago that he would never again set sight on his home planet, unless it was through Starkiller’s targeting system.
Yet here he is.
Rain pours down in sheet after soaking sheet, the heavy roll of thunder drowning out any attempt at conversation.
Not that there is likely to be much, it is a small ground crew who sit huddled together in the relative shelter of the hangar, helmets removed, though not quite at ease.
“How long do you think we’ll be waiting, Sir?”
“A few hours at least, I’m afraid. Until the electrical interference is no danger to our equipment.” Far longer than Hux wants to stay.
Still, they got what they came for, and that means the Supreme Leader is content. He gives Hux a thin smile from where he sits on a pile of crates.
It has been an odd transition. In the past Hux would have found the prospect of hours in the company of Kylo Ren a form of slow torture. Yet now, despite the rocky beginning, they seem to be at an equilibrium. Part of this is due to Ren’s insistence of proximity, determined to keep Hux close and preempt any potential betrayal.
However, the more they have worked together, the easier things have become. It seems that Kylo actually listens to him, defers to him even, in matters which pertain to Hux’s more technological mind.
“At least there’s a caf station.” The voice of one of the troopers jolts Hux from his contemplation. “With your permission, Supreme Leader.”
Kylo nods wordlessly before rising to his feet. He stretches out before wandering over to stand by Hux, close enough for their shoulders to brush.
This is another new development, as their conversations have taken a turn for the civil, so too has the distance between them been closing. Hux swallows, feeling a flicker of heat in the pit of his stomach. There is a tension in the air, pushing down on him with far more pressure than the surrounding storm. He wets his lips to speak, only to be cut off by Kylo meeting his gaze.
“Don’t you want any? We’ll be here a while.”
Hux almost smiles, “No, thank you. My tea is on the shuttle and I really don’t think it is worth getting drenched.”
“You’re cold though, I can see your lips starting to turn blue.”
Hux feels the colour drain from his face and immediately rush back, the idea of Kylo paying attention to his lips making his brain short circuit. “I assure you, I’m fine.”
Kylo nods and strides from the hangar, hand held above his head. There are a few noises of appreciation and Hux turns.
The rain surrounds Kylo in a bubble, running down the sides of an invisible dome. He slips into the shuttle and emerges a few minutes later with a package in hand. He tosses it to the nearest trooper as he gets back to the hangar.
“You, make the General and I some tea.”
Kylo hops back onto the stack of boxes by Hux. “There,” he gently nudges at Hux with his knee, “now you get to be warm, and I don’t have to drink caf.” A single raindrop runs down his scarred cheek and Hux reaches out to wipe it away.
“Looks like something got through your barrier.”
Kylo gives a soft smile before turning away, “So it did.”
Hux’s eyes widen, warmth already spreading through him along with a dawning horror. Oh no, oh no no no.
“Oh kriff,” he whispers to himself, “I love you.”
“What was that, Hux?” Kylo turns, the smallest of creases between his brows.
“I said ‘above you’.” Hux points towards the skylight, heart pounding in his chest, “You can see the lightning.”
“Hm, so you can.” Kylo leans back and Hux breathes a sigh of relief.
Outside, the rain still pours harsh and cold, but inside at least, he’s warm.
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.
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!
This was based off of an idea I had months ago and I finally managed to get it into words. Second short for the year. I
guess I’m doing okay in my resolution to write more shorts.Words: 761
Warning: character death
Stepping back onto the Supremacy was terrifying. Seeing those gray and black and dull
walls for the first time in months caused many memories to return to him, both
good and bad. He ignored the bad as best he could, focusing in the good
memories to remind him why he was here: to find Hux.
25 from the prompt list for kylux, please! I’m in need of some happiness :)
im sorry this took a while. i hope you feel better ❤
25. In a blissful sigh as you fall asleep
The battle had been a victory but it has cost them. Kylo had
refused to stay in the Medical bay,
although Hux thinks wryly maybe refused is too polite of a word. He’d screamed
and shouted, destroying any medical droid that had tried to approach him until
they had contacted Hux. Hux is used to this by now, to being summoned to
control Ren’s tantrums, so he’d dutifully sat at his side and held his hand as
the droids were finally able to clean Ren’s wounds and apply bacta bandages.‘He’s like a dog on a leash,’ Hux had thought smirking to himself as his thumb brushed the
back of Ren’s hand, ‘ready to attack until his master calls him off.’ He’d carefully
refused to examine the other thought that it was much more likely that he was,
in fact, Kylo’s faithful wife summoned to sit by his side.When the droids have finished he helps Kylo limp back to their quarters, his arm
curled possessively around Kylo’s waist.
It’s well in to the night cycle so the
Finalizer is quiet, most of the Stormtroopers and junior officers that pass
them in the corridors don’t dare to look at them anyway. Hux has an icy glare
ready for any that do.Kylo has been strangely silent and it makes Hux’s chest
tighten with worry. He hates it, that anyone has managed to worm their way into
his heart and given him this softness.
But out of everyone, it would be Kylo Ren
who argues with him at every turn, who believes in the same mystical power that
made the Empire weak, who has Rebel blood running in his veins. Kylo Ren who,
despite their differences, understands Hux better than anyone in the galaxy.Despite his silence, Kylo presses a little closer into Hux’s
side, before limping across the room and carefully easing himself down onto
their bed with a grunt. Hux takes in the feeling of the last of Kylo’s warmth
along his side for a moment. He’s sure he’ll never be used to the way Kylo can be so casually intimate with him, that
Kylo can touch him and Hux’s body
doesn’t flinch away. That he can touch Kylo whenever he wants and Kylo won’t be angry with him, will welcome his touch.‘Hux,’ Kylo’s voice is hoarse and quiet as if he’s afraid to break the silence. ‘Could you help me
with…’ Kylo motions down at himself, the thin tunic the medical droids had
dressed him in and his usual boots. The slightest hint of the bacta bandage from underneath the arm of Kylo’s
tunic has Hux rushing to his side before he can think. He sinks to his knees on
the plush carpet and begins to methodically unlace Kylo’s boot. He places the
first one at the end of the bed and feels one of Kylo’s big hands settle on his
head, fingers lacing through his hair and disturbing the neatly styled strands.
Hux feels something bubbling in his ribcage. He is happy here, he realises, in
these quiet moments with Kylo. As happy as he was when Starkiller was
completed, maybe even happier.He helps Kylo lay
down, fluffing his pillows a little before stripping off his own tunic, jodhpurs
and boots and easing himself down beside him. Hux wants to be close to him, to
hold on and never let go. It’s warm under the covers and Hux feels his eyelids
begin to droop as soon as his head hits the pillow.‘I love you,’ Kylo sighs, so quietly Hux isn’t sure that he’s
heard him correctly. Still, it startles him back to alertness and he sits up in
bed without thinking. Kylo is unmoving next to him, his chest rising and
falling evenly while Hux stares down at him. Kylo’s face is completely relaxed,
the furrows of pain on his forehead are gone and he looks completely at peace.
Hux, on the other hand, feels like a rabbit in front of the barrel of a pistol, unable to move while his
heart pounds. He waits for Kylo to laugh
it off or to aim his finishing blow, which will surely shatter Hux into pieces.But neither comes, instead,
Kylo begins to snore. A warmth starts in
Hux’s heart that spreads through his veins, colours his cheeks and sends his
pulse racing for another reason. He feels his lips pull up into a soft smile
and settles back under the covers, at Kylo’s
side. Kylo loves him, Kylo thinks he is
home.‘I,’ the words don’t come easily and he finds himself
winding an arm around Kylo’s waist to
steady himself, ‘love you too.’
“shit, wrong ship”, gingerpilot?
Poe blinked as the holographic image of Armitage Hux, First Order general, fanatic, murderer, evil, he was evil, but damn he was pretty, glitched and fizzled and blinked out.
Armitage never contacted him outside the carefully planned schedule that he himself had created and insisted upon, yet he’d appeared now, and he’d been lounging very provocatively across a low couch, and the things he’d been wearing—or barely wearing, really—
One thing Poe had learned early on about Armitage was that he was the type who liked games; there might actually be another guy, and there might not. Under the circumstances, Poe supposed it didn’t really matter.
And so, twenty minutes later, when Armitage sent the text-only message Are we still on?, Poe chewed his lip, ruffled a hand back through his hair, and typed back, Yeah, but next time you’re wearing that for me.
“Let’s do it,” Kylo said, surging forward. Hux put his foot against his chest to stop him.
“We need to talk first,” he said firmly.
Kylo gaped. It was just fucking chest-to-foot contact and it already felt electric, skin on skin, absolution within reach. He was so turned on already he felt like he could come just from this, gulping down Hux’s scent and reveling in being near him. He had the sexiest legs Kylo had ever seen, and he’d die without them being wrapped around his hips soon. He needed that to happen. He needed, he needed—
Hardest of Hearts by @longstoryshortikilledhim
I really wanted to do one more piece in that verse @longstoryshortikilledhim and I collaborated on!
TechieHux 